She stepped back toward the assessment bed and sat down, crossing her legs regally.
"I have seen those journals so many of you are fond of using, and have noted that a young lady by the name of Lavender Brown has been gathering names of those who are 'suffering' from my beloved memories. If you were to get ahold of the list, I would be ever so pleased."
She smiled almost tenderly. "You do this, and when we next speak, I will explain to you exactly what it would entail to be in my service. It is not a decision to make lightly, my dear." Her face didn't change, but in the swiftness of a moment, her eyes turned hard. "Nor am I a person who takes lightly to being betrayed by someone whose quest for power superceded their self-preservation."