Cloth from his shirt. Anything else? Not that I can find. Now what? Think, Louise! Wash out the wound and check again to see if something washes loose...! It hurts so much when I see him like this! Now the probe again, Yes, there's something there! Another piece of shirt. Anything more? No. One more time. Wash out the wound with alcohol. Should I try the solution Alex has been using to treat the animals for their infections? It can't hurt. I'll give him some to drink too if he can take fluid. Put. It was only as Emma opened the door that it struck her but it wasn’t Miss Hargreaves’ normal tone of voice, and, when she walked into the study she saw that instead of Miss Hargreaves sitting behind the desk it was Miss Wilson, the deputy headmistress.Miss Wilson saw the look of surprise on Emma‘s face and ordered, “Okay, Peyton, close the door and come and stand in front of the desk.”Emma was suddenly nervous because she was expecting Miss Hargreaves to be there and for her to cane Miss. Like an automatic reflex, I bite my lip in anticipation as I wait on what he has to say. ‘You’re not her’ is all he says, but it speaks volumes to me. It screams at me. I muffle a gasp at the way he is looking at me right now. ‘I apologise for my abrupt decision and I should have explained why I did what I did, but believe you have better plans for your future than that promotion’ he says with complete sincerity. Better plans? ‘Wh-what are you trying to say?’ I force the words out. ‘l was doing. The only person I could trust in Bentius, was me. I stalked down the hall, my bare feet not making a sound on the carpet. My eyes scanned the wall for magical detectors, and found ten strategically placed at knee height. Like invisible tripwire, they would set off a trap if crossed, likely a paralyzing spell. I ducked beneath the innocuous-looking stones, and crawled methodically down the hall, keeping three points of contact with the carpet at all times. Fraldias’s snores grew louder, his.