Lena glanced towards where the niffler she had kicked had landed and scurried away, fearful but not especially injured thankfully, and as she did she spotted the tell-tale flare of red. It was with a considerable degree of disdain Marlena looked from where a stunner had shot - entirely unnecessary in her estimation given that nifflers were hardly deadly predators - to the child it appeared to have hit and rendered entirely still. Well fuck.

“They’ll probably tire themselves out eventually,” she said distractedly to a pretty woman she vaguely recognised from the Ministry, eyes entirely fixed on the child.

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MJ: still raising the graphics bar as of 2022