'Kill them all!'

A dark figure stood in the doorway, wearing a kilt.

Esther sat on the floor next to her father, kicking her feet in despair.

Beatrice, having massively more sense, drew her wand from her bouffant. 'Avada Kedavera!' she cried, killing the jaguar. She then pointed the wand at Ivan, who growled.

'Why are you attacking these kind people?' Beatrice demanded.