Fairy Eight moved across the stage to where a Thief Trials volunteer with Memorabilia etched across his uniform was nervously clutching a large, grey sack.

Fairy Eight snatched it from him and the volunteer ran off screaming.

She grinned as she dumped the sack at North’s feet.

“Tell Seven, that’s from me.” She leaned in and North’s stomach sagged, as nausea filled him to the brim. “Tell her, he called her name as I pushed my wand through his heart scale. Tell her that won’t you?”

Her dirty smile morphed into a murderous frown as she laughed hard before leaving North on the stage, with only a couple of volunteers for company, who were waiting impatiently to disintegrate the platform with their wands.