"And I suppose you'd see to that personally, Miss Devlin?" Came the voice of Librarian Mercer, who had taken it upon herself to stand in the path of Emilie's exit.

She came to investigate upon hearing the noise of what she now knew to be a chair, and a student, falling. Had it been two other students, she would have thought it a simple case of clumsiness. This was not, however, two innocent students. They both were anything but innocent.

Harriet's eyes went from Emilie to Anastas and back, her arms crossed over her chest and her wand clearly visible within her hand. "Would either of you care to explain why on earth one of my chairs is now broken?"