"I hope it will be painful," said Myfanwy, acidly. She casually toed the corpse of the dead Death Eater nearest her. He and his partner had been placed at key points around the circle. When Zabini had been rolled into place under Harry's boot, the grid lines connecting them flared up in angry greens and purples. Nothing, not even a whole coven of powerful sorcerers, could have moved them now without Harry's consent.