A few moments passed before the glossy black door was opened by a grizzled man whose bright blue magical eye stopped whizzing in its socket to rest uncomfortably upon Callista. Mad-eye Moody raised his grey eyebrows upon recognising the witch, letting her slip past him into a dark hallway.

“Lestrange, long time no see.” He growled as he led her down the hall; Callista’s mouth quirked up at the corners.

“We meet again, Black. Tell me, how was your stay in Azkaban? Sources tell me that the room service there is excellent.” The comment hit its mark and he stiffened, his scowl becoming more pronounced.