Quentin finally pulled herself onto shore, gasping for breath. She'd done it, she'd gotten her little brother to safety. He was safe. They were safe. She pushed herself up so she could make sure he was okay, but he was gone. Where was he? She started frantically looking around, "Danny?" she asked loudly. Where could he have gone? "Dan, this isn't..." she spotted a doll where he had been, "Funny."

Had this all been a trick? What the hell! It really wasn't okay to play with people emotions like that! Make people drag their loved one out of the lake then throw a Harry Potter doll at them 'Oh yeah, we were just joking- their safe!'

She had a bone to pick with those men, picking up her doll she marched toward the professors.