The Ravenclaw pushed the prostitute towards the wall, where he knew that, covered by the trees and the rain, nobody would notice them. He slid the dagger into his hand. The woman was now absent, trapped by the coils of the Imperius Curse, and Dylan cradled her in his arms before thrusting the blade into the center of her stomach and cutting upward. A slight groan before the lifeless body slumped. The mass of entrails slid out with a disgusting sound that he knew he would never forget.