This lesson was growing more interesting by the second. They were being accused of having kidnapped Bob. Beverly, of course didn't have anything to worry about. If she was to steal anything it'd be a dragon egg. Even then, stealing wouldn't even be necessary.

Oh, now it was a snake? So scaaary. Beverly Wayne was unimpressed. The only snake they should worry about was right here, with a Cutty Mordaunt who had been clinging to her moments ago. They boy was smart though 'cause nothing would get pass her and hurt her friend, just FYI. Her patience was running low, though.

Coscinomancy.

Her eyes narrowed. "This is all part of the lesson," she whispered low enough so only Cutty could hear her. This was an act. Had Morgan been frightened for Bob's safety then she wouldn't be drinking tea. At least, Beverly wouldn't. She'd be blasting walls for her creatures.

Her hand went up into the air. "A tool--a sieve is used to perform this form of divination. According to some, if the sieve rotated at the sound of the accused person's name, they were guilty of whatever crime." Which is redundant. "Tongs or shears were also used, but in different manners."

Morgan had Bob.