Luccio tampering

"I... it occurred to me, Harry, that... well, if the traitor wanted to really set the Council at one another's throats, the best way to do it would be to force one of them to do something unforgiveable. Like, maybe force Morgan to kill Wizard LaFortier."
"Gee," I said. "That never once occurred to me, though I am older and wiser than you and have been doing this for most of your life, whereas you've been in the business for just under four years."
She flushed. "Yes. Well. Then I thought that the best way to use that sort of influence wouldn't be to use it on Morgan," she said. "But on the people who would be after him."
I lifted my eyebrows. "Okay," I said. "At this point, I have to ask you if you know how difficult it is to manipulate the mind and will of anyone of significant age. Most wizards who are eighty or a hundred years old are generally considered more or less immune to that kind of gross manipulation."
"I didn't know that," Molly said humbly. "But... what I'm talking about wouldn't be a severe alteration to anyone. It wouldn't be obvious," she said. "You wouldn't make someone turn into a raving lunatic and murderer. I mean, that's sort of noticeable. Instead, you make sure that you just... sort of nudge the people who are chasing after Morgan into being a little bit more like you want them to be."
I narrowed my eyes. It was an interesting line of thought. "Such as?"
"Well..." she said. "If someone is naturally quick to anger and prone to fighting, you highlight that part of their personality. You give it more importance than it would have without intervention. If someone is prone to maneuvering politically to take advantage of a situation, you bring that to the forefront of their personality. If someone is nursing a grudge, you shine a spotlight on it in their thoughts, their emotions, to get them to act on it."
I thought about that one for a second.
"It's how I'd do it," Molly said quietly, lowering her eyes.
I looked at the young woman I'd been teaching. When I saw Molly, I always saw her smile, her sense of humor, her youth, and her joy. She was the daughter of a close friend. I knew her family and was often a guest in their home. I saw my apprentice, the effort she put into learning, her frustrations, and her triumphs.
I had never, until that very moment, thought of her as someone who might one day be a very, very scary individual.
I found myself smiling bitterly.
Who was I to throw stones?
"Maybe," I said finally. "It would be one hell of a difficult thing to prove."
She nodded. "But if it was going to be used, there's one person who would without doubt be a target."
I glanced at Luccio. Her mouth was open slightly as she slept. She was drooling a little. It was ridiculous and adorable.
"Yeah," Molly said. "But she would never have let me look. You know she wouldn't have."
"For good reason," I said.
Molly's jaw tensed up for a second. "I know."
"So you thought you'd look while everyone was unconscious," I said. "When you wouldn't get caught."
She shrugged her shoulders.
"You told yourself that you were doing the right thing," I said. "Just a peek, in and out."
She closed her eyes. "I was... Harry, what if she isn't being honest with you? What if all this time, she's been getting close to you because she doesn't trust you. What if she's just like Morgan-only a lot better at hiding it?"

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"Okay," Molly said. She turned away but then paused and looked back over her shoulder at me. "Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"I know it was wrong, but..."
I looked at her sharply and frowned.
She shook her head and held up her hands. "Hear me out. I know it was wrong, and I didn't get much of a look but... I swear to you. I think someone has tampered with Captain Luccio. I'd bet my life on it."
I ignored the little chill that danced down my spine.
"Could be that you have," I said quietly. "And mine, too. Go get the box."

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