"Ah...." Sandra said calmly. "You? Kill the Dark Lord? Don't make me laugh any more than I already have. I'll get a stitch in my side!" She smiled, one that practically radiated warmth and understanding, like a parent might give a child who had come back from running away from home. "But there's the irony Matt. Can't you see it? The Dark Lord is beyond Death. And I'm the only one who seems interested in returning him to this world. She shrugged. "Kill me, you don't get a chance to kill him. Either way, you lose." She stood, and dusted herself off, her wand returning to her hand seemingly of it's own accord. "I think it's time we left Faelan. You and any others can stay if you really wish, but I have what I came for." She walked up to Matt and planted a light kiss on his cheek, pushing a few images into his brain through Legilimens.
First, a picture of Emmy tied to a chair, screaming as masked figures hit her over and over.
Second, another picture of her, moaning his name as Sandra literally bounced her around a small stone room with her wand.
A picture of Emmy again, crucified against a wall. She was still breathing, though barely. A team of healers rushed in to fix her up for another session, as Sandra waited calmly in the background.
A final picture of Emmy lying in a pool of her own blood, Sandra carefullly breaking her limbs while someone else healed them. Over and over and over...
And to end, several letters appeared, whirling around before finally coming to a rest.
Little Hangleton.
"Goodbye Matt." And then Sandra apparated away.