Attica bustled into the Centaur Liason Office, her mind occupied with the task at hand. "Don't mind me," she said to no one in particular, "I'm just doing a sweep for cockroaches. Let me know if you've seen any."

Getting right to work, Attica tied a handkerchief around her long red hair, and armed herself with the two spray bottles of shrinking solution and befuddlement draught. She swept through the office systematically, looking under desks and chairs, filing cabinets and water coolers. So far, so good.