Daphne raised her hand with a sigh. "Beatrix Bloxam was a bit of a snoop as a child, of the worst kind," added the blond in a whisper to herself as she curled a strand around her finger. "She was listening through this keyhole as she probably did every night, and overheard the tale being told. Naturally, she was so frightened out of her wits she ran to her bed that night. As karma would have it, her post-traumatic stress was so that she developed sleep-walking tendencies," continued Miss Hopton, unable to keep a little laugh to herself. "Oh, sorry," she apologized and coughed. "In any case, her Father used a nice sealing charm on her bedroom door to keep her from gallivanting around the house in her nightwear. Unfortunately for Bloxam, she never did quite get over it so when she settled down to write the toadstool tales, The Warlock's Hairy Heart wasn't included."