He smiled with dark intent as he watched him regret his actions. It was always so rewarding to see the way -real- people took his actions. After all, 'the boy who lived' felt too often like he could take rash actions.

He straightened out his robes and brushed nonexistent dirt from his shoulders. The threat didn't receive a blink of acknowledgement. He smirked that calm, coy expression into existence and shrugged. "Haven't the faintest, Potter. If you'll excuse me. I have some snivelling to do."


Once he threw Harry's insult back into his face in that arrogant way he was trademarked for, he stepped past him and began his merry way down Knockturn. He had received enough information to whet his appetite.