"Lucius!" I cried, waving my minion over to take a seat in front of my (previously his) desk.
Lucius, startled, said, "My lord."
"Yes, that is who I am," I said, "How are you?"
Lucius raised a trembling hand. "I'm still in pain, and I can't do any paperwork until the nerves heal…"
"Right, the crucioing," I said with a knowing nod. "Sorry about that. I had a flash of sudden and inexplicable rage."
He frowned. Really, I expected him to be more cheerful since I'd gotten that Hair-Growth Potion. I shrugged off his ungratefulness. "I had the weirdest dream yesterday."
Lucius dully asked, clearly struggling to hide his curiosity, "Was that during the nap you took after crucioing me?"
I beamed. "Yes, that's the one! I was in History of Magic, and you were there. And a Weasley. And then we started dueling in the back of the classroom, but Binns didn't stop us because he didn't notice. It angered me greatly. Do you know why?"
Lucius frowned, smoothing down his hair with a shaking hand. "Because you didn't get to crucio anyone?"
I laughed. "No, no. I just can't stop thinking: Why didn't I do that when I was still a student? Binns probably wouldn't have noticed. Oh, before I forget. One of your peacocks was being insubordinate, so I killed it. Dobby promised to have it ready for dinner I'm not actually certain if people eat peacocks, but I imagine the taste of victory will override any unpleasant flavor."