"You're... You're... You're who?" Sybil asked. She instantly recognised the name from someone whom her sister Esmeralda had told her was not a friend to the Academy.

"My name, Sybil Hallow is Miss Geraldine Gullet. I used to come here as a student; I trained here and lost my job to a froggy little wizard," Miss Gullet snapped, losing her temper slightly with the girl who had rescued her.

The portrait started glowing again, and it threw out another body. They stood up and brushed their clothes down, and then slowly turned around smirking.

"Powerful magic, that's what you have, Sybil Hallow," they said.

"Miss Cackle? Why were you in there?" Sybil asked, fighting back the tears of fear.

"I'm not the Miss Cackle your thinking of. I am..." the woman was cut off.

"Agatha," Miss Ada Cackle said, meeting her sisters eyes. Miss Hardbroom appeared next to Miss Cackle.

"And you, Miss Gullet. Now enlightened us all. How did you get out?" Miss Hardbroom said, demanding an answer.

Sybil let out a little sob. She was certain she'd broken the code. Everyone looked her way.

"I thought you said that you were a Hallow. Hallows don't cry normally, do they Agatha?" Miss Gullet said.

"Sybil Hallow, are you responsible for this?" Miss Cackle asked softly, attempting to comfort the girl who needed comforting.

"Yes. But I thought it was for the best. I thought they were good," Sybil's sobs transformed into big tears that left her gasping for air.

"It does not matter Headmistress whether it was for the best or not! Sybil Hallow must be severely punished!" Miss Hardbroom shouted. When she received no reply, she softly said, "She must, mustn't she, Ada?"

"You are normally quite right about that sort of nonsense. But I think we should give Sybil Hallow the benefit of the doubt this once. Agatha can be quite persuasive, and we both know it," Miss Cackle said, death staring her sister.

"It was me who persuaded that little rat to free us, not her," Miss Gullet indicated at Agatha. Sybil started to cry again.

"The girl is sensitive. About most things," Miss Cackle said, "There's only one thing that we can do, Agatha. We summon the Great Wizard, and you will yet again have a more severe punishment."

"You can't. You'll get the Hallow in trouble. Bet you she'll be bound to the Academy. Permanently," Agatha said, directing her glare towards Miss Hardbroom, a smirk upon her face.

"She does have a point, Headmistress," Miss Hardbroom said.

"Still have some loyalty to me then," Agatha said.

"I have no respect for you, let alone loyalty. I have to look after my girls, and protect them from the likes of you," Miss Hardbroom spat.

Agatha smirked. This was what freedom felt like. Soon she would offer other witches that feeling. Very soon.