"That Draco tied me up once. But he didn't use wire. It were magic. I hate being bound." Eponine spat viciously at the ground, and rubbed her wrists.. Even now, she could feel the cold bite of the Parisian shackles she had had to wear - reminded, of course, bu the Capitol cuff still fitted snug on her left wrist.

"You take it." She told Diana, not willing to associate with the idea of tying up at all. "I shall keep my scissors, Charles, if it's all the same."