"Um, who are you?" Sabrina said, while Puck babbled incoherently in the corner.

"I'm Ron Weasley," Ron Weasley said. "And as I was saying before you interrupted—and I know you're going to tell me your name, but do it later because I honestly don't care—your babbling friend who needs to shut up" -Puck showed no sign of hearing – "has gotten a lot more Veritaserum than he was supposed to. Whoever's running this bloody operation clearly doesn't know their potions. Neither do I, for that matter, but I know an overdose when I see one. I think, right now, whatever's he's saying is the true side to all the lies he's ever told." He paused for a moment and said, "OH God, I'm turning into Hermione."

"Why are you here?" Sabrina asked. "I'm Sabrina, by the way."

"Don't know. Not like I'm useful," he said a bit ruefully. "Not unless they need someone to play wizard chess or make a reckless decision."

"Oh. Great."
Puck had apparently gotten closer to the present-day in his string of lies, babbling, "IhateMothshe'sanawfulawfulgirlIdon'twanttomarryherandIhateyoutoo,Father,you'-"

Ron whistled. "Heavy stuff, your friend's got. He looks a bit young to be married, though."

"Yes, um," Sabrina said, searching for an explanation, "well, his father is a little old-fashioned, believes in arranged marriages… Moth was awful," Sabrina finished aimlessly.

"Fantastic," Ron said dryly.

"Idon'twanttomovetoAmericaI'mhappyinEnglandthere'sthisgirl-"

"He never told me about that!" Sabrina exclaimed.

"'tgottenthechancetobeatupyet-"

"Oh," Sabrina said, relieved for reasons she wouldn't admit to even herself.

Sabrina looked down at herself and realized, "We aren't shackled or tied up or anything. I wonder why."

"It's because the door weighs probably a million pounds and has like a million locks, and there's practically a million-foot drop from the windows, and they usually don't bother to restrain people they're just going to kill soon anyway," Ron said glumly.

"Well, aren't you just a ray of sunshine," Sabrina remarked.

"I'm sorry. I've gone from trying to save the world while simultaneously almost getting killed back in England, and now I'm definitely going to be killed here."

"I think it's more than that," Sabrina said slyly.

"Yes, there's something more serious than dying on my mind," the British boy said sarcastically.

Sabrina raised her eyebrows.

"Fine. There's this girl at home… I never told her… something…" The boy's face was turning as red as his hair.

"I can't believe this," the Wicked Witch said disgustedly. "Puck isn't telling us anything we didn't know, and in the meantime we have to listen to that ginger's sob story. Why is he even here, anyway?"

Lucius mumbled, "He could, er, disrupt our new world order?"

The Wicked Witch looked at him.

"Fine. I want that abominable Harry Potter to suffer greatly before he dies," Lucius admitted.

Bellatrix cackled.