One moment, he was below her looking at her with loathing eyes, but then the next he was suddenly next to her, ushering her down the stairs, pushing her on the couch, and glaring down at her as if she just punched his mother in the eye. She sat there numbly as he paced. She didn't know what to say - What would she think if she found some girl snooping in her home? He probably thought she was stealing. And there's no guessing why - The place was filthy rich, filled with glass chandeliers and antique furniture. His family must be powerful, not just by the money, but she could tell from the posture he stood in and the intimidating look that shadowed him. He was skinny, but he looked like a royal figure with his milky white skin, and his cloudy grey eyes that were glared under his favored blonde hair. In a way, he reminded her of a prince. A beautiful, yet dark, prince. And that was why she didn't bother spitting excuses and mumbling what had happened, because nothing did happen and there was no way of convincing him. She woke up here. She didn't know how she got here, or why she came, she just woke up here. That was all she knew. And, that she needed to get out.

"Are you...Are you going to call the police?" She finally managed to whisper. His head snapped toward her, and only if looks could kill...

"The what?" He snarled angrily.

"The po-police," Her voice wobbled, "To put me in jail." At first, he stared at her confused, until his face hardened into a prince-like expression again.

"As much as I wish you were booted as a muggle, I can't tell lies," He spat impatiently, almost too himself.

"A...What?" Her face flushed red. A "muggle"? What in the world was that? Was that an insult? She felt as if it was an insult, by the way he was saying it.

"FOR THE LOVE OF MERLIN!" His voice screeched, making her sink into the couch, "Jesus!" Suddenly, cuss words started flying out of his mouth again as if she wasn't even there. He was crazy, she thought to herself, making up words and not calling the police! What kind've psycho was she with?

"Look," She said slowly, "How about I just leave. You obviously don't need me here-"

"And where do you think you'd go?" His voice growled sharply. She opened her mouth, about to spit the first answer that appeared in her head since it seemed like a simple question to answer, but nothing came. Her mind just went suddenly blank. Like there was a hole in her head.

"I...I..." She couldn't think of anything quick enough. He took two long strides towards her. She felt his warm breath.

"Do you ever know your name? Where you work? Who are even are at all?" He hissed. She opened her mouth again, the words were at the tip of tongue, but it was like the words evaporated before making it to her brain.

"I don't..."

"You don't know," He finished firmly, "You don't anything. Exactly." She felt the blood in her face drain away.

"Please, just let me leave-" her words were cut off by a hideous chuckle.

"But you can't, because you just had to get yourself in one big ball of s-"

"I'll call the police!" She said surly, "I'll call them right-" But the smirk on his lips told otherwise.

"There is no such thing as 'police' where you are. There is only such thing as The Ministry," He told her. She landed up on her feet, nearly knocking him down.

"Let me out, right now."

"I'll let you leave if you can tell me your name."

"Why does it matter, just let me lea-"

"Tell me your name." She was silent. She felt like a moron - she couldn't even say her own name! She threatened to make one up, but for some odd reason she knew that wouldn't help her cause. She swallowed thickly. Was this what he wanted? Domination? He obviously hated her. He obviously had something against her. But she didn't even know him. Why? Why was she here? How did she just wake up without a second trace?

"What do you want from me?" She whispered finally. She saw his jaw clench.

"Nothing, absolutely nothing," He hissed, his attitude shifting drastically.

"Well, what do you want me to do about that?" She sassed angrily.

"I don't know, go make you useful." Something flickered in his eyes, and she knew he didn't want her here, but for some reason he insisted on her staying. Something weird, something that almost wanted to make her stay, just to see what it was. Almost.

"Go on!" he screeched, his anger finally shrilling as if she was an old dog, "Go upstairs and be invisible as I find a way to get rid of you!" He turned on his heel, but before he left the room, she asked so soft that she was surprised he heard her "What is my name?"

He didn't turn around, but he did freeze for a moment. At first, he didn't speak, and at that moment she thought she was doomed forever without an identity, but then he said quietly, "Lavender. Lavender Brown."