"Has the Prime Minister arrived yet?" I ask Mum shakily.

"No, not yet. Is something wrong, Theodosia?" I shake my head quickly. Mother looks worried. "Alister," she tells Father. "I'm going to take Theo home. She seems ill."

"Oh, no mum! I'm feeling fine, and I wouldn't want to make you leave. After all, this is so important to you!" I really don't care about how important this is to mum, but I can't just say, 'Mum, I need to stay so I can see if the Prime Minister is possessed or not.' she would certainly think I was ill, and no amount of pleading would make her let me stay!

"oh, that's rather thoughtful of you, dear, but I'm still worried. . ." Just then, a young man with dark brown hair and eyes walks up.

"Are you Henrietta Throckmorton?" he asks mum politely.

"Yes. And may I ask you who you might be?"

"Oh! Forgive my rudeness, madam. I am Charles St. Cristopher. I study at the University of Cambridge, and I am fascinated by your work. . ." I quietly walk away, towards the large doors, so I may have a good view of the Minister when he arrives. Bless Mr. St. Cristopher!

Just then, one of the doors opens. A hush falls across the room as a portly, bald man in a business suit enters. All of sudden the room erupts with chatter. A woman near me gasps,

"It is the Prime Minister! Oh, it is the Prime Minister! Did you see, Sarah? The Prime Minister!" I can't help but roll my eyes at her excitement, but something I see something out of the corner of my eye that scares me stiff.

The Prime Minister is walking like one of Henry's wooden soldiers.