Reasonably sure that her robes were now clean enough Trixie brushed off the last visible speck of dust and turned her attention back to Mr Lestrange, a devious smirk coming to her lips as she thought of how pleasing it must be to have some power over the younger members of the school. The fear in their eyes would be ever-present, rather than her having to make an effort to obtain it. She wouldn’t have to remind them so often of what sort of things she could get her hands on in her father’s shop if she had a mind to: the fact that the old man would notice if even a candlestick was out of place was by-the-by. They didn’t need to know that part.

“It’s a shame they only let you dish out soft stuff really. My dad’s got all sorts of things in the cellar that would make them wet themselves,” she sniffed, it not having escaped her notice that of the students in question at least one of them was a mudblood. Why the Headmaster couldn’t just get rid of them, like he had tried to do with the halfbreeds, she didn’t know. Maybe his hands were tied? The Ministry was getting softer by the year, according to her father at least.

“Not that you’d need them of course,” she added with easy sincerity, telling the truth and knowing it would flatter.

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Gorgeous set by MJ! she gets me so much