Dolores chuckled and pressed two fingers to her lips to hide her smile, then scooted her chair closer, putting them shoulder to shoulder in front of the book. She flicked through it, humming and making interested sounds now and then - not interested in the dark arts themselves, as such, but certainly their effects.

"You would be shocked, my dear, by how many accomplished witches and wizards can find themselves in peril thanks to their overconfidence and pride. Magic is not something to be trifled with, even in the most experienced hands."

She paused on one of the illustrations, eyes lingering on the look of agony depicted on the face of the subject.

"And static drawings are not something which can compare to the reality."