Winnie wandered between the house tables, making mental notes about her peers. They're all so small...some of them incredibly emotional. Maybe it's the stress of a magical education...so much competition to BE THE BEST at something. Hmm.

Then she stopped short at the Ravvie table. WILLIE CROCKER was there. For once he wasn't trying to bite someone, or threatening someone's livelihood. He might have been distracted by the fork stuck up his nose.

She didn't quite know what to do. Should she run to his aid, grasp the fork in both hands, place a foot on his shoulder and pull for dear life? Run to get an adult? Run for her own life, as Willie's eyes were sure to roll into the back of his head, sharp incisors gnashing and sweat beads gathering on his brow?

She panicked instead.

"OH IN THE NAME OF ALL THINGS HOLY AND MAGICAL!!" She ran up to him, hands flapping uselessly. "Are you alright?! Can you breathe? CAN YOU BREATHE??!"