As soon as she'd noticed movement out of the corner of her eye, Charlie's retina's were trained on the suits of armour. No way was she going to let one of them scare her. She was not going to be a wimp. But they were supposed to be inanimate, and she was sure that they WEREN'T. Her dad had left out so much information about this school, and she was not enjoying finding out on he-

"Meeep."

A suit of amour had her, she was going to die at the hands of the metal beast. Charlie didn't, couldn't even scream, only let out a slight noise of shock and resignation. She stood stock still, closed her eyes and counted to ten in her head, before whirling 'round ready to whoop some armour butt.

Except... "Cat?" Okay, totally uncalled for.