"You came packed with goodies, Potter." She lowered her gaze at the seething wizard. "That’s a nice wand you are carrying there too." She kicked it from his hand and accioed the distinctive stick to hover before her. She froze at the sight of it and shuddered. A spine chilling laugh escaped from her throat resonating behind her mask. "Oh, this is grand. It’s not even Christmas yet! Ah, Harry. Can I call you Harry? I don’t know if Albus ever told you this, but fate reckoned there was a fifty percent chance we could have been great friends." She secured his wand in her holster and sank the sword on the ground. "But you had to show up and fuck it all up. For yourself of course. It didn’t feel that way at the time, but you did me a favor. So, thanks for that, I guess." She pressed her boot on his chest lowering her head confidentially. "Now. Is there something else you brought with you today? A nice locket, perhaps?"