29! Hey Tsuki guess what! 1 more and we'll have 30!

A couple days later, Voldemort had ordered Lyssa to get Taylor from the cellar for another "questioning". With a grumble, Lyssa had gone to do so, not in the mood to get on his bad side again.

Taylor was in a considerably bad mood. Her wrists were chafing on the rope, her arms ached for being stuck behind her. Her back was sore from sleeping on the hard ground. She was hungry, tired and sulky. And the Malfoy girl appearing and dragging her out of the cellar did not improve her mood. "Well this is fun," She said irritibly trying to blow her messy hair out of her face. Her hair was itchy, it became itchy if it wasn't washed regularly. "You know Little Death Eater," Taylor said ignoring her various pains. "If you don't let me go I could just happen to tell Voldemort exactly whose side your brother is actually on."

"You wouldn't," Lyssa said. "But that would be giving him information, and you don't want to do that."

Taylor sighed as the malfoy brat pushed her into the room. The push nearly caused Taylor to fall flat on her face again so using the gymnastic skills she learnt as a child she let the push take her and then did a sumersault. It was a bit messy without her arms to rely on but it stopped her from wacking her face against the ground.

"That was impressive," Lyssa muttered at Taylor's summersault.

"Tada," Taylor said after her sumersault and smiled rogueishly at the Malfoy brat. "I havn't done that in years." She mused, the fact that she had done it surprised her having not done any gymnastics in years and with the fact that she was still sore just about all over.

Once Lyssa and Taylor were in the room for the question, Voldemort said, "Melyssa, I have other matters to attend to. You're in charge of her questioning for now." With that said, he left the two girls in the room.

"Oh fun," Taylor said pulling on the binds on her arm although she knew that there was no point.

Lyssa scowled after Voldemort with a roll of her eyes. She had hoped to get Taylor and then just go back to her room, but noooo.

"Isn't this charming?" Taylor said.

"Oh be quiet," Lyssa said, sitting in the chair that Voldemort had left.

"No," Taylor replied.

Lyssa sighed. "I know you probably want to be here less than I do, but I don't want to be here either. So let's make this as painless as possible."

"Where's the fun in that?" Taylor asked. "While im here I may as well be annoying,'

Lyssa leaned her head back on the chair. "Don't be though?"

"Why not?"

"Because," Lyssa said.

"That doesn't answer the question," Taylor muttered.

"Well fine then. It's because I'd be tempted to do this," Lyssa said, flicking her wand to silence Taylor.

Taylor rolled her eyes. "Spoil sport," She mouthed with a mock pout. She blew at the strand of hair that flitted across her eyes.

Lyssa sighed and flicked her wand again, undoing Taylor's hands. She knew the feeling too well herself, and wouldn't wish it on anyone else, at least not now that she'd experienced the inconvenience of lacking use of your arms. Plus it really started to hurt after a while.

Taylor crossed her arms across her cheast after undoing her arms and very much wished she could talk.

"If I unsilence you, do you promise not to be annoying?"

Taylor rolled her eyes and ignoring the brat attmepted to do a handstand.

Lyssa shrugged to herself and leaned back more in the chair, wondering how long would be enough to fake this, and then end it to return to her room.