She had barely gotten what she needed to do in the night with how late she had stayed up reading the book. It was written in old English, of course, and Salome did not seem to have a full grasp of the language. From the name, Rhyann guessed the witch had come to England from some foreign land. So along with it being in choppy old English, hand-written AND in complicated Aristotelian form, it was difficult to grasp.

Rhyann knew some of the beginning dialogues were about the basics of dreaming. There seemed to be more to it than she had been taught. The crones on the island had told her that they had trained her in everything there was to know about being a dreamer. She knew she was not particularly well liked there, but she never sensed any of the women had been holding back from her. Perhaps they had lost some of the dreaming arts over the centuries.

She had thought about getting some help in interpreting the book. Going to Draco was out of the question. He would immediately tell his father and that was one of the last things Rhyann wanted to happen. If she asked Snape, he might tell their master. Then there was Hermione. She could tell her it was an extracurricular project she was doing for Trelawney's Divination class. The Head Girl did not take Divination and did not think much of the subject at all. It might work to her advantage for Hermione would not know she wasn't doing it for Divination and would not think anything else of it because she believed it to be a bunch of nonsense.

Rhyann decided she would give herself a bit longer with the book before making a move to ask anyone else for help with it. She gave herself a nod and once dressed, she headed out of the girls' dorm to go to the Great Hall for breakfast. As per their usual routine, Draco was waiting for her in the common room so they could go together. Sitting with him were those rotten little twins.

The Head Boy stood up to greet her with a hug and kiss. "Good morning, love. Did you have pleasant dreams?"

"Pleasant and fulfilling dreams." She replied, assuring him that she had done his father's bidding as she was sure they would soon hear about.

The news contented him and Draco gave her another kiss on the forehead. He motioned to the Mulcibers sitting patiently near them. "I've heard you met my cousins."

"Yes, I've had the pleasure." Rhyann smiled tightly with not an ounce of friendliness in her eyes.

"It was most certainly my pleasure, Rhyann." Imene replied with an expression mimicking her own. She then looked over to Draco and softened her face. Her blue eyes seemed to get wider and she fluttered her long lashes. "Do ask for us, cousin. We would so much like to help."

"Yes, of course." Draco smiled down at the children. "Rhyann, I'd like you to find something for my cousins to do with your team. They want to help organize the event. They really do have a lot more initiative than any of the other first years."

"Thank you, Draco." Gamene beamed up at him, admiration upon his face.

Rhyann took in a long, slow breath. She did not want to get into any rows with him this morning. She hoped that she could seem logical enough to him. "Truly, I would not know what to do with you two. My task is very specific and we basically have it covered already." She glanced up at her boyfriend. "We're going to find a way to conjure a great mascot - most preferably an illusion - for Slytherin and we're going to have Professor Snape summon it for us. He is the Head of the House after all. I will have to ask him later today. Then we are ordering fireworks. So there isn't anything I can get your cousins to do since I have Millicent and Drucinda working with me. It truly is something one of us could have done. I bet Pansy would have tasks for them if they're wanting to do something though."

Draco was quiet for a moment, imagining an immense serpent slithering around the quidditch pitch, making even the most bravest of wizards tremble. He finally shook himself out of his own thoughts. "I really like that idea. Though I could have summoned it, it is appropriate that we let Snape have that honor. I really don't think he knows that much about quidditch anyway." He then realized his cousins were glaring up at him. "Well, I guess you will have to go ask Pansy Parkinson. I know you know who she is."

"Pansy Parkinson is a vapid cow." Imene seethed.

"She'll have us sewing and dressed up in some ridiculous costume." Gamene grunted. "Mother said you'd make sure to look out for us."

"And I keep my promises." Draco went a little more rigid, his gaze hardening. "There's nothing I can do about this. If you don't want to sew, don't sew. There are other things to do. Now get along to breakfast."

The siblings said nothing more, but with one final glare and their noses in the air, they marched off out of the common room and towards the Great Hall. Rhyann could not stop herself from smirking. She gave the blond's hand a squeeze for not pushing the issue with her.

"I swear, they can be such spoiled brats at times." Draco muttered and gave her a little tug starting them away from Slytherin tower.

Chuckling, she raised an eyebrow. "At times! They seem to me to be a lot like you probably were when you were that age."

"I certainly was not as bratty as those two." He gave his head a little denying shake.

Rhyann bet he had been probably far worse! "They haven't any fear or respect of their elders, so what can you expect?"

"They've been raised proper. They should know better." Draco stated and then wondered, "Your cousins are not like that. Those boys were always well behaved when they came to visit during the summer."

"That's not because they were taught well by their mother or father. They know I am there and that's who they fear and respect." Rhyann said smugly. "All those Mulcibers need is a good whipping every time they act like that. Then you'd see a difference."

Draco burst out with a loud laugh. "I could only imagine their faces!" Then he settled himself and put on a more serious face. "Really, Rhyann, you can't go doing that with my cousins. They are only children. They are use to getting their own way since they are the darlings of their family. You just have to have some patience with them. They'll do what I say, anyway."

"My cousins are younger than those two. And I was younger yet when I got my first switching." She replied just as seriously. "You know I have no patience for children, Draco. I'd prefer not to have them hanging around us. Besides, both of us are much too busy to be burdened down with them. They can do for themselves just as the rest of the first years do."

"We are busy, yes, but they still are family. I did give their mother my word. I'll find something interesting for them to do."

Rhyann frustratingly sighed inwards. Family was incredibly important to him, but he could not understand how her family was important to her. The duties his own set out for him were the same as the ones the Rookwoods had. She saw no difference in these things. At least she chose what she wanted to do and what she did not want to do. Draco did whatever was bid of him and did not question. He claimed that was his family's strength, but she saw it as his own weakness. His father used them all and it angered her the most that Draco could never see that. Not that he couldn't, it was that he wouldn't.

"Oh, do you have the parchment?"

Reaching a hand into her robes, she pulled out the thin piece that Lucius had sent her his list upon. It was now completely empty. Once she had finished each task, the name had vanished off the parchment. It was irreversible. No one would ever be able to recall the names that had been there. To anyone else, it would only be a blank piece of paper. To them, it said she had done as she was told.

Draco glanced at it and nodded, once again finding satisfaction this morning. "I'll send it back to my father with the morning post. He'll be pleased. You make us all proud, love."

Her dark eyes flashed dangerously. That was what her uncles always said to her. To hear it come from his mouth sounded like blasphemy. The dreamer did not care whether Lucius was proud or not. He most likely didn't feel any sort of emotion like that towards her. Perhaps Draco might but it did not matter to her at the moment. This only reinforced her drive to get out from under their control.

"Was it easy?" He suddenly asked, peering down at her uncertainly. He knew that his father had her sent to do away with a few rivals this time. He had not liked it. Draco knew how useful his girlfriend's talents were, but he had seen what killing could do to an individual. He did not want to lose her to any such darkness. Yet his father had said this way there would be no evidence and the Malfoys' business would benefit. Killing someone in a dream surely couldn't have an effect on the person doing it as it did in the waking world.

His quiet voice seemed more vulnerable than before. Rhyann would not let that melt any of her resolve. She looked him dead in the eyes. "It was very easy."

They said not a word to each other throughout the rest of breakfast. She supposed he had not expected that out of her and neither had she. It had been too easy. That was a bit frightening in itself. She felt removed from the situation. She had not known either of the wizards whom she sent to their deaths. One had been smothered; his family will have thought he died of breath failure. The other had an attack of the heart brought on by his worst fears amassing upon him.

She realized that last year when she had put Hermione into a coma, she had done so in a messy sort of way. Rhyann now knew there were cleaner ways, ones that would leave no marks and it would look like a natural event. Sometimes Lucius wanted marks as warnings to those named upon his list. Even then, she could get creative by making them look like massive bezucking beetle bites or werewolf claw marks. She could cover their feet in tiny cuts that would not heal so they could not walk or give them some sort of promiscuous disease that had their wives leave them.

There was a sort of satisfaction in being able to do those things. The dreamer would experiment and try to outdo herself each time. It was also, in a way, a release. She had so much pent up emotion from what had happened and she could not let it out in the waking world lest she risk her family's safety. She had to be submissive to the Malfoys, but in the dreaming realm, she was in control.