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Mrs Smythe was in bliss, enjoying the proceedings immensely. Finally these little upstart Death Eaters were getting what they deserved.
But what she hadn't expected was the large witch climbing over the other spectators to get to her. Violet fell back and grappled for the witch's wrists, sputtering and making a show of being unable to breath. "Help me! Someone help get this mad witch off me!"