She held her hand out imperiously for the scroll. Unrolling it with a faint sneer for the way his too-tight grip had forced wrinkles into the parchment, she quickly scanned through the neat lines. This was exactly the type of information her Lord needed. He would be most pleased.
Her eyes flicked back up to the boy. She remembered when Pettigrew had come to them, looking much the same. Jittery, fearful, and fueled with envy and a hidden hatred of and hunger for so many things. Perhaps this one's usefulness would out weigh the dubious quality of his personality much like the damnable rodent. "I am sure you would be."
A wave of her wand conjoured a second chair. "Sit. Tell me. Are you good for more than ferreting out ancient bits of newsprint?"