Imogen might not have known for days, weeks, had it not come up at dinner; the housekeeper, of course, was always abreast of the latest news in The Daily Prophet. One of the artifacts from the dig site outside of town had resurfaced and killed two men.

One of the artifacts Imogen had aided in the theft of.

True, she had not been permitted to raid the train with Serpent and Wolf as she would have liked, but she had spent weeks ferreting out the information the pair would use to conduct the theft. These lives were on her hands, at least in some fashion.

This, however, did not bother the crafty housemaid in the least. No, what bothered her was what she pulled from under her mattress as her roommate slept now on the quilt before her as she sat cross-legged on the bed.

It looked innocuous enough, a horse figurine carved from wood, the paint where a blanket might have rested on its back faded over the years. But the figurine was a Trojan horse now: had she brought death and destruction into the house with her when she had appropriated it from the shop?

"Damn."