"I- I'm... I'm sorry." Eponine gasped as Draco pushed the knife closer. And as he lifted her and the knife drew blood, she whimpered. Eponine hated that. It howed her to be weak, vulnerable.

"MONSIUR! DECARRONS!Please! I'll go. I'll leave the bread. Let me go. Decarrons!"

In her fright, she slipped into Argot, crying out for Draco to let her go.