Dark magic, well that didn't make him feel the least bit better. Fucking hell. Not only was there the grief she avoided by medicating herself into oblivion by taking potions, but now she was using dark magic to protect herself? Yeah, that was unsettling on a whole new level.
Dolohov sounded so blase, fucking cheerful even. Justin pushed his fingers through his hair and stared down at the floor. "Yes, please don't," he managed, much more calmly than he felt.
"So what? We just wait for her to calm down and hope she has some sort of epiphany down in the basement? What if she doesn't? I can't trust her around Ella like this..."
His voice trailed off and he looked up at the other man again. "What would have happened if your wards hadn't stopped her?"