"Not by half," Jack assured her as he came back over to his stool with the cleaning supplies and ointment. "Had a fellow this morning who thought it would be a good idea to keep a small acromantula in his basement. That did not end well." Of course the man had waited too long to come in and be seen, because he had the spider illegally. It had ended poorly, an emergency amputation of a couple of fingers to keep the infection from spreading into the rest of his hand and arm. Jack wasn't so sure that would be the end of it, but he had given the ministry a heads up to take care of the creature as well.

"This might sting, just a little." He warned as he put the potion onto a cotton tuft to clean out the bites on her hand.