The putrid smell of rotten eggs smacked Vindictus's nostrils as he entered the Criminal Cell still whistling a cheerful tune. The smell made his nose hairs burn and his eyes water. "You need a chair," he said and with a simple flick of his wand, a sturdy wooden chair appeared. "And a work table." Another flick and the table appeared.

"Now have a seat, Mina, so that we can finally get started on your punishment."