"If was caught, I would likely have been given to my grandfather or Uncle Ozymandius. I don't want to think about what they might have done to bring me in line with company policy." She shivered faintly. She'd only met Ozymandius once and his hatred had been all too obvious. Her Grandfather, though, was a born plotter and not likely to let emotion overrun the necessity of keeping the family gift alive and under Mulciber control.
Tracey laughed. "At least that was pre-Weasley contamintion. Though admittedly the twins were less objectionable than Potter's sidekick." Ron Weasley had always rubbed her the wrong way and that feeling had been reinforced by a few less than stellar shared projects over their school years.