Yeah, Emmerson Cambridge could definitely go die in a hole, buried alive in an oversized sardine can. SHE HAD AVOIDED THE COUNTERSPELL ON PURPOSE! She had an entire year of practice on Eden, but nooooo, she had to go screaming and hollering for help and now Williamson was here. Absolutely none of this was her fault, as far as Eden was concerned.

Except now it wasn't only Williamson here. The Inquisitorial Squad had arrived, hostile and with their wands pointed directly towards her and, much more unfortunately, Quinn. He hadn't done anything at all and here Eden was dragging him into mortal peril.

Mortal peril. The blood drained from Eden's face.

She wasn't one to be scared, but they could actually die. She'd go down in history as Eden Tilly, the girl who got killed on her twelfth birthday for making Emmerson Cambridge sneeze sardines.

And now Williamson had his wand pointed at her, something she was sickeningly grateful for for all of 2 seconds before she began violently vomiting? burping? coughing up? slugs. She couldn't stop the thick, slimy creatures from coming, and involuntary tears welled up in her eyes. A respectable mound of slugs was forming at her feet.

When she finally looked up, slugs still coming, she wished she hadn't. Quinn was asking that Kinsay James girl (who didn't seem so horrible now) to curse him again.

And they still might die.

She didn't look around at Emmerson or the Inquisitorial Squad or Williamson, just went back to expelling slugs. Eyes on the moving, blurry ground. "Great" slug "work," slug "Miss" slug "Cambridge."