No Stealing Bites

Lives like these, no better than ants to Baal, were not worth his attention. At that moment, his gaze and everyone else's were fixed on the little Ravenclaw girl skipping toward him. Ignoring the carnage around her, Luna hummed easily, one hand holding a fully wrapped ice cream, the other holding a half-eaten ice cream that gave off the strange smell of Raw Cheek Grass. As she skipped along, she stopped now and then to lick it, leaving a ring of cream like a mustache around her lips.

Ignoring the quiet warnings from several wizards, Luna came up in front of Baal. Compared with the Devil's enormous frame, she looked like a tiny speck. Her oddly prominent pale-silver eyes settled on the Pit Fiend. "What are you doing?"

"Ah... congratulations. You've recovered?" The flames around Baal's yellow eyes flickered uncertainly a few times. Unlike the arrogance and ruthlessness he had displayed moments ago, if one ignored his terrifying appearance, his tone now sounded sincerely polite—almost gentlemanly. "Madam... oh, forgive me, I mean miss... I am merely acting on the principle of keeping faith, preparing to complete a transaction offered to me by your British pure-blood families—when Mr. Allen Harris's beloved falls to the ground wailing, and her blood ultimately stains the earth, my contract will be fulfilled."

"I count too, right?"

"Of course you count as one of Mr. Allen Harris's beloved..."

"Hold these for me." Without the slightest courtesy, Luna handed the ice creams in her hands to Baal as if she were asking a classmate for a favor.

Baal froze. His head and body leaned back slightly, and before his mind could react, his body had already bent down. His enormous arms—restored by regeneration after the burns caused by Pope's final Patronus Charm before his life ended—lifted, and