Damage done.

There was no way, no way AT ALL that Newell would keep her mouth shut about what she just said. Granted, she won their little dispute, but she had dragged Kennedy into it too. The urge to jinx Newell and feed her to the Whomping Willow was high. ARGH.

"Yes, why don't you go tell Sierra about it," she said to the girl and watched her leave. MERLIN SHE NEEDED TO STOP.

Her shoulders sagged after Newell left, but she wasn't done. She was going to tell Kennedy what happened - tweak the story here and there, of course - and warn him of evil, punching Newells.

GAAAAAH!

By the looks of it, it was time to get out of there. Once Botros announced it, Bev didn't hesitate to move. If the man was telling them go away, he meant it. The third year hobbled toward the castle as fast as a ninety year old woman-child could, forgetting all about Mordaunt's wand in her pocket.