'You may need to remind me of the merits of art before it's over' she said through gritted teeth trying to stop herself from doing the very unladylike thing of reaching into her pocket, grabbing her wand and blasting a hole through the painting which would almost certianly cause the cerubs to drop the ruby. Based on the logic that having a hole in ones forehead tended to make one drop things.

They were throwing the stone between them, and in a grump she went over to the side of the room and grabbed a broom that a cleaner had left there. 'If you follow the jewel I'll see if I can distract them' she explained and holding the broom by the end she started swatting in the general direction of the cherubs, who were not entirely distracted by her swatting.

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