Uma made sure the ropes were secured, tight and thick heavy ropes. Enough to burn. She took her step back, staring at you with this sort of evil glint in her eyes.

“Well you’re enough bait for them to come running, aren’t ya!”

The sudden sound of a Scottish accent perked up, and a hand wrapping around umas shoulder was seen. “And a pretty one at that! Unless.. your friends don’t care about ya?”

He made a classic frowning face before swinging the hook around in classic harry movement.