Delightful. I have come to know Poppy's schedule, the better to set my trap. I can offer her more for her scope, after all, than what she does here for these disgusting muggles. This one called Higgins is one whom I am more than happy to erase his existence. The way he speaks and looks at Poppy, it's abhorrent. I can't understand why she doesn't refuse to treat him. He is most undeserving of her attentions.

I wonder... it would be most amusing if he ever laid eyes on Lena. He'd not be recognizable as a man after she got through with him. Ah, Lena... quite another remarkable woman. A heart and soul as black as mine, but I do wonder...

It's all in the eyes, I suppose. Mystery and enigma are but two things that I see in Lena's eyes. Poppy? Well her eyes have always betrayed innocence, a refreshing sparkle, and a purity I suppose would be the best word for it. Two very different women, but they have two things in common. The first is that the both of them intrigue me. The second, well, they will both come to know me quite well...

Ah, there she is now... Poppy Pomfrey... golden angel of the Egyptian desert... she pauses, looks toward me...

Does she see me? Does she know me? She holds my gaze a moment, her eyes searching, her lovely eyebrows knitted together in thought. Her throat flashes as she breathes and her lips move just barely before that Higgins, that base creature, captures her attention, her eyes moving away from mine.

Tonight she will look into my eyes and know me once more... tonight...