Cayleigh cautiously asks Ceirdwyn "Where were you killed?"

Ceirdwyn glares at Alex who shrugs with a coy grin. "Which time?" Alex giggles. Ceirdwyn continues "It was a bad day…"

"The first time…?"" Cayleigh says, not knowing what other number to pick.

"We ambushed a Roman squad. I was speared from behind by one I didn't see. I recovered and returned the favor…there were no other survivors of the fight. It occurred in a small draw about a mile from here. The area has been developed. You can probably see it best from the air. You want to see it? Get in the car."

Cayleigh heads for car with the front passenger seat in mind. Tonks grins and heads for the bike, but Ginny is already scampering ahead. Ceirdwyn's hand falls upon Cayleigh's shoulder holding her back.

"I rejoined the Iceni thinking I'd been lucky. I was killed again during the main battle and my body was thrown in a heap with others of my tribe to rot. I was rescued, ironically, by a Roman general."

Cayleigh begins to feel uneasy as Ceirdwyn slow walks her back toward the car. Molly hangs back staying in the gap between them and the others. "So how did this question of yours come up?"

"Like she said, I was interested in Boudicca…"

Ceirdwyn slowly shakes her head. "I'm not her. I played only a small role. Did Alex suggest it?"

"Sort of…? Maybe?"

Ceirdwyn nods. "You know what I think?"

Cayleigh shakes her head.

"I think maybe she was trying to teach you that groups are made up of individuals. Maybe… Just maybe she wanted you to consider the possibility that not all witches are like the ones which abused your mother."

"Perhaps not…"

"Oh… There is no perhaps about it… Look ahead of us… I think that particular witch is keeping an eye out for you."

Ahead of them, Molly pretends not to hear.

Far across the Atlantic, where it is still night, members of the Magical Congress of the United States of America (MACUSA) are meeting. They have received still photos from a security camera at a warehouse where the pork roll was mysteriously removed from inside a locked refrigerated room. The photos have been provided by a muggle agent of the MACUSA. Similar photos have already showed up in supermarket checkout line weekly newspapers, much to the horror of the MACUSA. About a week has gone by since the actual event.

"It appears to be a house elf."

"They aren't indigenous to North America."

"No, they aren't. Apparently, they apparated in, took a large amount of these meat products and apparated out with them."

"Obviously. The question is why."

"What is this stuff anyway? I've never heard of it." A member from Ohio asks.

"It is good." A member from Jew Jersey responds. "Next time you're in Jersey, I'll get you some."

"Where are these creatures from?"

"Western Europe, concentrated mostly England, Scotland, and Wales. There are some subspecies more prevalent in Ireland."

"Are they carnivores?"

"Omnivores"

"Why would they suddenly cross the pond to steal this…processed pork product stuff."

"That is a mystery."

"Are we going to send an albatross?"

"We are."

"Cornelius Fudge?"

"No, Dumbledore. I don't want to make it official just yet. If we go to the Ministry of Magic, it could escalate out of control."

"Are these critters intelligent?"

"Yes"

"I'm shocked"

"Why?"

"They have the power to apparate all the way across an ocean and they steal…pork? …While wearing hand towel loincloths? Why?"

"A mystery…"

In Ollivander's, Ferrarius becomes serious and says to Garrick "I've had an idea about a business venture, but I will need to partner with someone with woodworking skills equal to yours." Garrick is both intrigued and frightened. Ferrarius sees it, grins slightly, and sets the hook. "Think about it. If you're interested, visit me. Tell no one…come alone. You know where to find my shop."

Ferrarius walks to the shop door. Pausing before exiting he says "I haven't seen his sister-in-law in the alley for quite a while…"

"She is in prison…for life."

"Oh… Too bad." Ferrarius with a shrug. Turning back to the door, he notices, with amusement, witches and wizards retreating.

Cayleigh lowers her voice and admits to Ceirdwyn "The others in my mother's…religion honor witches…they want to BE witches… They live their lives believing themselves to be… inferior. They crave the… reflected light from witches. If I could, I would want to be like you. You people are badass."

"Witches can be…badass. That one up ahead… she hits hard… very hard… very, very hard."

"They think they are all that."

"I don't know that many…actually… all but two I've met are here with us. They seem accepting. They defended you. Alex gave you the beating."

"The witch worshippers wanted to kill me."

"Tonks would not have allowed that to happen."

"By saying I was her property?"

"You are… But that just made it easy."

"Why did Alex say she burned London? You said she was just a little kid."

"We grew up fast in those days. She was there. As to how much she did herself…?" Ceirdwyn shrugs. "Things like that, you don't ask… They tell you or they don't."

"I do." Cayleigh says defiantly.

"You don't know what memories you may be bringing up…what horrors she may have witnessed… or…committed. If she doesn't want to talk, she won't…you'll only anger her if you press."

Cayleigh is not dissuaded.

Ceirdwyn says "It is said that each human lives three lives, a public one, a private one they share with only a few, and a secret one they share with no one. I would add a fourth. A life we try to forget."

"We'll see." Cayleigh responds.

"Know that I won't fight her to defend you."

In the hospital wing, the trio have left. Adam cradles Alexa in a seated position. She occasionally coughs up more of the shed tissue from her lungs. Grace and Jeanette give them space in the infirmary and Poppy has retreated to her office to record the morning's events.

Jeanette quietly says to Grace "You shocked me last night when you said you knew how to use a sword."

Grace grins. "I meant to. People are always more complex than others think. A few days ago, I had no idea the things you can do were even possible."

Jeanette nods "Touché" and adds a grin.

Grace warns "You read my file and you created who you thought I was. I may not live up to your image."

Having gotten passed the Slytherin anti-Old One defense, Crabbe breathlessly enters the stairway down to their common room. His bulk works in his favor as he plummets, barely under control, down the stairs. Gasping for air, he bursts into the Slytherin common room shocking Draco and Goyle when he crashes to the floor at the foot of the stairs.

The room is bathed in a flickering lines aqua light with bright spots wherever the lines intersect each other. Through the window, shafts of light are visible in the waters of the Great Loch. The room would be cold if it were not for the fire in the fireplace.

"Did the floor interrupt your fall Crabbe?" Draco teases. Crabbe rolls and gets himself into a seated position against the bottom steps. Draco warns Goyle "Stay back ...he might blow chunks."

"They wanted to put a hose up my bum. The Ravenclaw doctor wanted to turn me inside out. The muggle had me drink something…sour..." Crabbe chokes out.

Unnoticed, Goyle rubs his belly. He ate the same things Crabbe did and is beginning to develop the same discomfort that drove Crabbe to the infirmary. "How do you feel?" Goyle finally asks.

"How do you think he feels? He's been 'treated' by a muggle. He's lucky to have survived this long. My father will hear of this."

Crabbe thinks to himself. 'My belly is starting to feel better…'

Goyle thinks. 'Don't hurl… don't hurl… No muggle doc… Oh, my belly…'

In the kitchen, the house elves have discovered that the glue one of them 'acquired' while stealing the Taylor Ham is edible and is, in fact, not a good glue. The discovery came to light when it was found that the notes stuck to the wall with it came loose and were eaten by mice.

Blinky admits "Got some on finger. Licked it off. It tasty."

"I don't like it." Counters another. "Hard to swallow."

Blinky looks in shock. "How much?"

"I was hungry…spoon full."

Another adds "Spread on toast…jam…"

Yet another admits with hung head "Spread on toast with honey…"

Yet another admits "…banana…"

Blinky looks at the nearly empty jar. "Need more…"

"Feed glue to students?" One asks in shock.

Blinky ignores the question. "Where find?"

"In other room… Tables, chairs, cold box, this glue, green sticks, knife… I think they were gluing little poops to green sticks…"

"Poops?" Blinky asks.

"Shriveled dark brown things… There some in a red box…with a muggle girl om it."

"I need to ask him… I'll ask him tonight…when he's alone by the fireplace in their common room." Blinky thoughtfully concludes.