Clara was almost skipping down the corridor as the guards led her to the cell where her new toy awaited. Unlike most people who came to Azkaban, Clara was not at all disturbed by the grim fortress and the Dementors prowling its floors. In fact the Dementors seemed rather confused by Clara, as far as Dementors could be, because she was getting almost as much pleasure from the suffering of the prisoners as they were.
Finally the guards stopped outside a cell door and Clara had to resist the urge to step forward and open the door herself. She was getting a slave! Finally! It had been awfully irksome watching the others get theirs, although she had been rather particular about what she wanted and it was probably a good thing she hadn't gotten someone like Yaxley's or Bella's slave. The silly thing would have been dead by now. Or at least missing some fingers, and a tongue and maybe eyes too. Hopefully her more mature slave would have the sense to obey.
Of course, it wasn't just getting a slave that delighted Clara. When she found out who the slave was, she'd laughed for almost an hour. Such delicious irony! Her slave was a former Quidditch rival and one of those traitors she'd helped capture for trying to rescue Mudbloods.
The door was opened and Clara swept in, her fine robes and fur wrap looking out of place in the chill, dark cell. The smell of the man who'd been trapped for so long hit her nose and she pulled a face. "Ugh. You are rather grubby are you not?" were the first words out of her mouth, the BuUlgarian accent strong but not so much that she couldn't be understood. "Only to be expected but I will have to cast some cleaning charms. It has been a while, Finnian Connolly."