Erons tried his hardest not to roll his eyes as the witch leaned into the bars and wrapped her hands around them to get a better look at Lestrange. Why she even bothered he simply couldn't fathom, they were a fucking waste of life plain and simple. Every single one of them should have been put down like the animals they were. He didn't know what the fuck was wrong with the git and didn't care.

"Good morning Mr. Lestrange, may I come in today?" Lilith asked hopefully when Rabastan finally looked up to meet her eyes.

It was her third visit and she was pretty confident that she'd be denied yet again. The medi-witch wasn't ready to give up yet though. It was a little perplexing why the man was so standoffish, from what she'd heard these men were hellraisers. But she didn't take the rejection personally...ok maybe a little.

"Oh leave him alone." his brother huffed from across the way.

"You're not helping him, you know. So just shut it." Lilith hissed at the elder Lestrange, giving him the death eye over her shoulder.

In the cell beside them Thorfinn burst into a fit of laughter which eventually drove them all to it, except for Rodolphus. She smiled seeing that even Rabastan was trying to cover up a little smirk.

"You just want to take notes." he said quietly, the smirk gone as quickly as it had come.

He couldn't stand for her to be like the others, for some reason the thought of Lilith being like that was hurtful.

Lilith held back her little smile of triumph, perhaps he was ready.

"Don't worry Rab." Draco said quietly from off to their right. "She's no Hopkins." he offered as an afterthought.

Draco nodded to Lilith and smiled tentatively, which morphed into a real smile when she returned it. Draco was friendlier than she'd first suspected, especially considering his haughty father who was never rude or crude just cold. They shared the same silvery eyes but the younger Malfoy's had begun to almost warm when they looked at her. Lestrange looked at the young DeathEater out of the corner of his eye with an unreadable expression.

"I only note your vitals but if you want I won't even write any of it down."

Rabastan felt his resolve wavering for a moment and shook his head to clear it. He was being paranoid and knew it well, she hadn't stared at any of the other men or taken extensive notes. Lilith certainly was no Dr. Avery Green, that asshole had literally spent hours just sitting in his plastic chair facing their cells and scribbling away. No matter what they said or did he never wavered, not even when Fenrir would spit water at him or the time he pissed at the doctors' feet. When he was done with one end of the row he'd silently move his chair to the other end and start all over. Even when Rabastan's back was turned he could still feel Green's eyes boring into him.

"No."

"How about you come a little closer to the bars and we just talk?" she tried again softly, eyes beseeching his mysterious inky ones.

He considered her plea for a time, could she be trusted? The others seemed to at least tolerate her, some of them even appeared to like her. He took one step forward and immediately felt his pulse kick up. Gods why did she have to be so beautiful like an angel yet call him to terror like a siren?

"No." Rabastan said again, firmer that time and stepped back into the corner.

Lilith's heart ached a little watching the sizeable man in his state of confliction. It was obvious great damage had been done but truth be told she didn't know how to undo it. Penhollow Academy didn't teach muggle psychology and stupidly she hadn't even considered needing it despite knowing how damaged the men were.

"Can I at least ask you two questions?"

She was desperate for some sort of connection, even curse words or anger, anything! Behind her Rodolphus huffed in annoyance and his brothers eyes flicked up to him and quickly back to her.

"One."

One would have to do.

"How often are you still hungry after you eat your meals?" his facial features looked a bit too gaunt for her liking.

Some of the others looked sparse as well and rectifying that was her next move. Lilith didn't want to make too many changes all at once, the guards were already peeved at having to give the men more showers. Longbottom had flat out refused at first, forcing her to recite all the facts she knew about torture and the punishment for it, aaaaand even a few things that she'd made up on the spot.

Rabastan's brow wrinkled in confusion for a long moment.

"I'm hungry all the damn time." he growled at last, trying to quelch the deeply rooted anger that was bubbling to the surface.

Erons was also struggling with his temper, who did the witch think she was? She had just swept in out of nowhere and wanted to change everything! They had killed people, taken part in torturing and turning the wizarding world upside down. The animals deserved every bit of misery they were getting and then some. He honestly wasn't sure how much more of the little dogooder he could take without strangling her. Next witch please!

Lilith smiled and thanked Rabastan for talking to her before moving on to Rowle's cage. She had thanked him! He didn't know quite what to make of it but his chest seemed to and it felt warm.

"Welcome back future Mrs. Rowle." the wizard greeted with his most charming smile.

She rolled her green doe eyes in reply as Erons unlocked his cell and Thorfinn stepped back to allow the witch to enter. It was a god given gift, Lilith decided as his eyes scoured her body, that she didn't easily blush. He was a shameless flirt, Fenrir a close second. Although with Fenrir she half suspected he may actually devour her if he ever accomplished the deed he desired. She was not so naive as to think they were actually interested in her though, the men were lonely and obviously horny. Dolohov looked at her like a science project, Rodolphus didn't physically seem to have the ability to relay all his contempt through only two eyes and Rabastan looked completely terrified, but she'd take any of those over the lusty grins. Those made Lilith pretty damn nervous if she were honest with herself, like a newborn kitten amongst rabid wolves.

"How are you today Thorfinn?"

"Better now." he replied, wagging his golden eyebrows.

He sat on the cot and slouched back against the bars so that the medi-witch would have to lean over him a bit to complete her work. The witch either didn't notice his purposeful positioning or chose to ignore it, her expression blank. Lilith leaned against his leg ever so slightly to reach his chest with the stethoscope and his cock twitched in reply. Were he not locked up like an animal he'd have already had her back at Rowle Tower and in his bed. Gods he wanted her bad.

"You should really try to relax." Lilith said sweetly, pretending not to see his growing erection. "Your heart is beating a mile a minute."

"Just happy to see you darling." he grinned up at her, baby blue eyes sparkling with a cross of lust and mischievousness.

"And I you." she replied absently and scribbled down his heart rate. "Any…"

"You have really nice tits." Thorfinn cut the witch off, eyes trailing over her voluptuous chest. His hands were just itching to hold them.

At the cell door Erons growled and pulled his wand.

"Shut it Rowle or you'll regret it!" he barked, pointing the weapon in the prisoners direction.

He didn't give a shit about the witches feelings but he was in no mood for the bastards to get rowdy and if you let one get out of line it set a precedence. Soon as you knew it they'd all be howling and spouting off, giving him a bloody headache. No, that wouldn't do.

Lilith blinked, eyes traveling between the guard and her patient for a tense moment.

"Yes, well thank you for the reminder to wear a looser shirt Mr. Rowle." he smirked and opened his mouth to retort but Lilith continued. "As I was saying, do you have any complaints or problems?"

Thorfinn's first instinct was to "complain" about his hard on but thought better of it as Erons' glare permeated his body like a knife through butter. He wasn't scared of the man but Erons looked peeved enough to curse the piss out of him and it wouldn't have been the first time. During his first few months of incarceration he'd been dropped to the floor twitching like a fish out of water more times than he could count.

"No baby." he said nonchalantly, eyes narrowing on his keeper for a defiant moment.

Thorfinn sat silently as Lilith finished her examination his lustful thoughts turning darker, thinking of every nasty little thing he'd do to the guard when the dark lord set him free. The nicest thing he could think of was slicing the little bastards throat but that didn't seem painful enough. He'd need to get to thinking, the time was almost upon them.