"Get her wand," said Pansy.

Millicent searched the woman. "Here we go. Wonder why it's so sharp?"

"Could be a stake."

"Think she's the Slayer?"

"Naah.. caught her too easily."

"Doesn't matter. Muggle, Slayer, or Witch, we give her to the Dark Lord, we'll be Death Eaters."

"Is that all you want?" asked the woman. The ropes that bound her vanished. "Why didn't you ask?"

"Ask?" said Pansy, gaping.

"I grant wishes."

"I wish we were Death Eaters," said Millicent, before Pansy could stop her.

"Wish granted," said Anya. The potion she materialised in their mouths killed them instantly. "Suckers..."