Voldemort's Eye for Talent

Muya pressed the puppet's hand down and smiled at Pansy. Tom spoke. "Please, have a seat, Miss Parkinson."

Clearly, they had no intention of telling Pansy about the puppet.

"As a prospective Death Eater, we need to know whether there are any signs of control on you."

Muya led Pansy into an inner room.

Pansy pulled back her sleeve, revealing a black mark—but not the mark of a Death Eater.

Muya took out her wand and removed the mark on Pansy's hand using the method Tom had used to help Theodore.

"...Thank you." Pansy quietly pulled her sleeve back down.

When the two came out, they saw the puppet eating biscuits. Muya asked, "Where did those biscuits come from?"

The puppet freed its mouth long enough to say, "Dumbledore just sent them over."

"Oh, right. He said he wanted to see you."

Muya took a biscuit and left.

On the way to the Headmaster's office, she ran into Harry. "Hi, Harry. Did Dumbledore call for you too?"

"Yeah. I guess something happened again." Harry was already used to it.

The moment they pushed open the Headmaster's office door, they saw a shocking sight: Grindelwald had Dumbledore pinned beneath him. Two cups on the desk had been knocked over, their light-brown and milky-white liquids mixing together before streaming down onto the floor.

Almost instinctively, Muya quickly covered Harry's eyes with both hands, sparing his young mind from terrible trauma.

"Ahem. You two should show a little restraint." It was hard to imagine what they had just been doing.

With a flick of his right hand, Grindelwald set the cups neatly back in place, and the tabletop became spotless.

"It was only milkshake and tea. I really don't know what unhealthy things you have in that head of yours."

Muya naturally ignored