For once Adrian didn't wince. Fine. He was tired of this shit, whatever it was, test or torture. He took a drink of his wine to fortify his nerves, then calmly placed the glass on the table. From Mafalda's smirk it was evident she thought very little of Adrian's prowess, amusing considering he'd done much of the heavy lifting during the kidnappings. His eyes narrowed, he raised his wand and pointed it straight at the witch.
"Imperio," he said calmly, eyes fixed straight on Mafalda. He said it with total confidence, his voice strong and unafraid.