Pandora nodded. "As you wish," she said with a nod. Now to do what she had come for.
She pointed the wand at John and whispered a spell that would transfigure his heart into a lump of clay. As she watched, he struggled for life as his blood ceased to pump. His eyes grew panicked and he swore at her. She watched with enjoyment as his life ebbed away, until he finally stopped struggling, his eyes going dead like the rest of him.
As he died, a whisp of black smoke puffed away from his body and entered the box that Pandora had earlier placed on the coffee table.