Grace had once seen a tiger at the Padmore Zoological Gardens. The creature had made her shiver as it had prowled the encasement, its muscles rippling. It had been so fearsome that Grace had almost been unable to look at it. Indeed, she'd poked her face out from behind fingers to glance at it only once or twice before Freddy had pronounced it was time to see the giraffes. Muggle creatures, it turned out, were as perfectly frightening as wizarding animals. Being compared to a Tiger wouldn't have been so bad had the girl not already been mocking her. Perhaps Grace might even have had a retort (she wouldn't have, but one could be wishful) had the pollen not started at that point.

Something was moving toward her in the pollen, it was dark and she swore it looked like just a prowling cat. A puff of orange pollen obscured her view but still she could see the shape racing toward her. Before she knew what was happening she was being knocked over, a scream ripping from her lips as what she thought was a tiger pounced on her. The scream choked off as the pollen went down her lungs and she began to gasp and cough, tears forming in her eyes. She was going to be eaten alive by a tiger and no one would even see it because she was being hidden by plants. It had to be the worst way to die. She was absolutely certain.