Alexa sighed, hoping she wasn't nearly as dense or stubborn in her denseness while she was supposedly the Maleficent woman...because she could see how this would get old REAL fast, like it was doing now. "I already told you, you aren't Queen, you can't be, that's for the fiery red head down on the 2nd floor. You're just the Divination Professor gone mad." And while she'd have condoned it like she did Airey then Botros, this one asked her to serve. Why couldn't she make her her right hand like Hook did? Or a precious daughter like Trident did?

Lex. Did. Not. Serve.

"And you can keep them here for as long as you like but at the end of the hour I'm leaving with anyone who wants to come because we have Defense Against the Dark Arts next hour and I'm not missing it just to watch you go in circles with foggy mirrors." Hexes, jinxes and curses trumped Professor Smiles in medieval wear any day of the week.

Once again, she looked to the mirror. Just like before she saw nothing....but the Queen need not know that.

"Hang on...I...see something...." She lied. This was going to be good.