Eden was tired. No, she was exhausted. Her hair was a very out-of-character mess, her knees were covered in dirt, her was face dirty and she'd had to use a hair scrunchie to try and clean up the slime from her chin and chest. And she was sad about Quinn.

And it wasn't even eleven in the morning!

It had taken her over an hour of hard work to clean up the slugs. She'd considered just dumping them in a hidden spot on the grounds, but then she'd remembered how tall and scary Williamson had been.

So here she was, as originally planned, totally not getting war flashbacks from the sheer number of slugs in front of her. With a deep sigh, the first year opened her bulging, magically-extended fanny pack. There were easily over 50 slugs inside. She gently placed the bag on the steps and watched as the slugs slooooooooooooooooowly began their exodus.