Tyrone growled, "Shut up, bitch! You don’t know anything!" He tapped his staff, which glowed a sinister verdant green. The flames on his dogs grew higher and hotter. So hot that I could feel the deathly fire from this distance. He lifted his staff into the air, but a figure on the rooftop made me turn my gaze. Blonde hair and spear in hand, Fleur jumped down from the building and spread her wings to slow her fall. Tyrone barely had time to turn before the Veela struck with her spear. Gold flames washed over the man as he shielded himself with his staff. 