Professor Sprout sniffled slightly as she helped carry out the grim task that was ahead of her and Professor Snape. She had been forced to harden her heart to such things years and years ago, but still, a part of her...
Hands covered in dragonhide gloves snatched a small, rather muddy looking naked woman away from the small plant in a brightly colored ceramic pot that she had been tending to. The desperate cries she made as she tried to escape went unheard, and were suddenly cut off when a sharp blade came out of nowhere and beheaded her.
Ever since she had been a small child, the task of preparing Mandrakes for a potion just seemed like...murder.