Cassian Valenduris was a hard man to read; stoic, he kept an expression that made him look bored, although she could tell from how long his gaze lingered on her, that he was thinking about her. Although whether it was a now thought or her underneath him in Italy was beyond her and Juniper nearly scoffed - he didn’t deserve to have those memories anymore. In fact, if she could hire an obliviator to remove them from his mind altogether, she’d spend every penny of her dowry to do so! Who the hell did Cassian Valenduris think he was? He was just a giant ogre who used his size to charm and take advantage of girls who like having the sole attention on them instead of sharing it with their sister…

June let out a hot breath that turned into a surprise laugh at his statement. She hadn't expected those words to come from his perfect pink lips. “Well Mr. Valenduris, I do hope I don’t disappoint you when I say I may be the only debutante who will freely talk of medieval torture spells with you. Although I can’t say my focus would be on medieval torture.” She raised her eyes to him and offered him a smile, although she lowered her voice in case others were listening. “I would focus on the silent things that make you wonder if you’re going mad. A buzzing in your ear that isn’t there. A spider crawling across your skin one instance but isn't there the next. The feeling that someone is watching you. If I was going to be cruel, I would go for a silent torture of the mind rather than the body. Watching someone squirm wouldn’t give me much pleasure, but watching someone break because their mind is weak just might. Imagine all the criminals who might squeal if there was a promise of reprieve for the mind.” Not that she’d thought of what it would be like.

Juniper shook her head; that was a lot to say, but then again he’d already established she was someone who could do bodily harm to someone. “But truthfully told Mister Valenduris, my extent of torture is turning my sister’s hair into antlers. It’s not harmful to either of us but it brings me great pleasure.” No, she was just getting into the darker arts now that Hogwarts no longer put her in a box. She'd thumbed through books, written down spells she wanted to try but if he were to look at the spell history of her wand, Valenduris wouldn't find anything alarming. (Her father on the other hand...)

He looked away for a moment and June let out a soft breath and willed herself to relax. She was giving too much away, too soon. She needed to hold her cards close to her chest. Silently she cursed herself for speaking so much, but there was always something about speaking freely with a man who wouldn’t run to her father to complain about her conversation topics. “Chief Hit Wizard, that’s quite the accomplishment.” June smirked at him. “I guess now we know who can do more bodily harm between the pair of us, and I’ll give you a hint - it’s not me.” A tease, she supposed. Her back straightened though as she stared into his blue eyes - Juniper wasn’t afraid of him. It just meant she had to be extra careful. (Although she didn’t want to kill him; she just wanted to make him feel small. The same thing he’d done to her.)

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