Bradson heard some voices, older voices. ADULT LIKE VOICES! Whoaaaa...why were they here? Were they going to save him or were they going to let him die? They were adults so they were either going to eat him, let him die or they were going to die on him. Sad but true in this moment but the last part but just the first years personal life. "A LITTLE HELP HERE WOULD BE GREAT!" Bradson yelled out to the professor and the headmistress. That would be great.

Bradson noticed the fire was gone and then he was being lifted out of the pot. He looked around and saw Professor Draper. Brady blinked a few times and looked at the man. "Yeah, sure." The Scottish boy shrugged. He was just put in a boiling hot water and was about to be eaten by the hag in the room. "If my grandmother finds out about this you guys won't like it one bit. You won't hear the end of it." The first year said.

WHAT WAS ONE HIS ARM? WHO WAS ON HIS ARM? Brady winced in pain as he felt the hand on him. "GET OFF OF ME!" Bradson kicked and flailed around. She was sniffing him? WHY WAS SHE DOING THAT? Brady flailed around and more and then put some force with his head and head butted the hag.