"WHERE IS HE!" She screeched loudly, her voice echoing off the stone walls and pinging through-out the room. She tightened her grip around his pallid face, her nails digging further into his skin.
"I'll never tell you, you wicked cunt." He spat at her.
She let up her grip on his face, and turned from him swiftly. As she suppressed another shriek, she caught herself.
"Flora…. The veritaserum." She had tried it all. Seduction, threats, torture. She forgot about the most potent ingredient to hostage hold-up.
His eyes grew wide, and his breath quickened. He began to mutter an incantation under his breath, a petty attempt to counter-act the truth serum, but she caught him.
"Nothing can help you now, Blaise. I will find him, and I will kill him. Of course, you will be tried before the Ministry in conspiracy." She cooed ever-so-nonchalantly in his ear.
"I'll scream your name the second I step in front of the minister." He quivered in a furious fit. She giggled ever so slightly.
"Who would ever believe you, Blaise? Hogwart's innocent Isolde Merelle, the French transplant professor of Transfiguration, a murderer?" Her face straightened out as she articulated in a perfect Parisian accent, "Moi? 'eadmeestress, 'ow could you sink of such a seeng? I 'ave never even 'eard of zuch a person, Blaise Zambini? And zees Draco Malfauy you speak of?"
She cackled with delight as he squirmed.
"Of course…. No one would suspect Isolde Merelle…" He panted, "But they would have it in their right mind to suspect Draco's wife…"
She stopped dead. Her heart began to race wildly beneath her black lace bodice. She stiffly wheeled around to face her confident, Flora. Flora's face twitched with anxiety and alarm.
"Don't you think so…. Andrea?" Blaise growled with a righteous smirk snarled upon his lips. Andrea snatched the veritaserum from Flora and jammed in down Blaise's throat. He choked and spat up most of the potion, but luckily for Andrea, managed to swallow just enough to follow suit with her plans. He slumped to the floor, coughing and gasping for air. She promptly grabbed the collar of his shirt and lifted him up.
"Now, Blaise. I'll ask you one more time. Where is Draco Malfoy?" She hissed in his face, her words like venom.
"F-f-f…f-forest…o-o-o-of…..N-n-n-n-n-NODD." He cried, grasping at his throat.
"Just as I had suspected. He always was rather predictable, what did I tell you, Flora?" She released her grip and let him crash to the floor. She stood over him, her hand resting upon her chin, dwelling deep in thought.
"Now… what to do with you? I can't have you running off and revealing my real identity. I perfected this disguise to well, and would hate to have you ruin it." She stepped on his back, as he writhed in pain below her.
"The Killing Curse would be too quick…. I want you to suffer, Blaise. I want you to pay…. For everthing…." The evil blossomed in her eyes. She crouched down and stared him deep in the eyes, her pupils dilated and a wicked grin spreading across her face. She stood nobly, and pointed her wand at his throat.
"Off with your head."
She hummed a joyful chantey as she stepped away from the pool of blood creeping towards her. The severing charm made a clean finish, allowing Blaise's head to roll eerily right to Andrea's feet.
Off, off with your head
Dance, dance 'til you're dead
Heads will roll
Heads will roll
Heads will roll... on the floor