There were dummies screaming left and right, and it was honestly, truly, too real for Delilah. There was a smaller dummy that looked to be all alone, and it reminded Delilah of standing all alone in her yard waiting for her parents that never did come out of a burning house. Maybe she just wasn't thinking correctly. Maybe she was just being driven by fear and the need to fight for survival. Whatever it was, it was causing her to want to run to the child dummy, grab it by the hand, and run it away to safety.

Just as she started to do that, though, the head of the dummy was blown away, and she skidded to a stop. It had been enough to bring her back to her senses, and she reminded herself that this was really just a classroom, and these people were really just dummies. it startled her a little when a hand was placed on her shoulder, but she relaxed when she realized it was a girl about her age. "I know. I know," she said, trying to breath and relax.

Delilah took the girl's hand and allowed her to be the guide. She was sure she could pull of the spell when the time came around, but having somebody with her right now was just what she needed. She raised her wand toward an adult dummy, and instead of thinking of it as a helpless man or woman, she allowed herself to become angry again at the house fire. She felt a resentment bubble up inside of her. "Bombarda!" she yelled out, and she made a triangular motion with her wand. The spell shot toward the man, and Delilah winced as she became aware that the spell did, in fact, seem to hit him.

"Did I...did I do it?" she asked.