Remember when she'd thought Kinsay James was one of the bigger student issues at this school? Eden found herself wishing she could go back to those simpler times in between giant mouthfuls of slug.

Because clearly Emmerson Cambridge was a standout case. Just pure evil and stupidity rolled into one potentially-deadly-for-first-year-Ravenclaws package. Eden vowed to make her pay as soon as she could.

Right now, though, she had more pressing problems. Like the fact that when W.W.W's disarming spell hit her, her wand AND her pocket knife flew towards his outstretched hand. Her special-gift-from-her-brother pocket knife. The one she slept with. The one that had E.A.T engraved on the wooden handle. And her ribs ached from the long run and from doubling over and forcing fat, juicy slugs out of her mouth. And Quinn was getting cursed again. And as long as the hoods were here, this was really the BEST case scenario. AND EMMERSON CAMBRIDGE WAS RUNNING AWAY. Eden couldn't run away. She'd just be unalived.

Oooh, was Williamson cursing Emmerson now? Or was Emmerson about to use her for target practice? Only time would tell.

Slug, slug, slug, slug. All the slugs.