Marchwood stared at Alecto blankly, and a the word, "No," formed on his lips. Alecto smiled "Looks like we're doing this by force. Imperio." His eyes glazed over and she began whispering her instructions to him. They were simple and direct: oppose Bagnold. Suggest the oldest Lestrange. Once finished, she turned her attention to the wife. Her last command was simple: "Be discreet. Business as usual."