Oh tormenting poor young souls for entertainment, it gladdened the heart and got the blood pumping. A stupid little cafe in London had been driving her crazy for the past few weeks. Sure she had been getting amazing 'tips' there but enough was enough with the place. Time to cause a little bit of havoc, and have a lot of fun at the same time. Pointing her wand at the window she blasted it in, eager to hear their screams. But for some reason there were none. All of the muggles inside were just confused. Swearing, Zara pulled her mask down over her face, pulled her hood up over her hair, and stepped in through the window.
Her eyes zoomed around the room for a moment, eyes landing on the stricken muggles who appeared to be staring at her with disbelief, questioning in their heads 'how did one woman make the glass crack like that?' She felt a soft giggle escape her lips before she spun around, repaired it, and locked the door with an odd squelching noise. "I'm sorry." She said, her voice pitiful and innocent. "Did I do that?" Another oddly demon like giggle escaped her lips and she turned around to look at the poor shop one last time, before grinning and holding her wand out in front of her. "Time to play!" She laughed giddily and pointing her wand at a different muggle each time. "Stupify, Sectumsempra, Confundus, Deprimo!" She giggled happily.