Cayleigh approaches Michelle and Kyra. Cayleigh and Michelle appear to be the same age and, in fact, Michelle is only a few years older. "You are Old Ones, yes? Are you two practicing you're your swords? Brilliant! Totally awesome! Can I watch?"

"Who are you?" Michelle challenges.

"Cayleigh"

"Are you a witch?" Michelle asks.

"She's not." Kyra answers.

"Why are you here?"

"Well, I can't tell you… But, for the next year, I belong to that witch over there with the purple hair."

"Like a slave?" Michelle asks.

"Not chuffed about it…"

"Huh?" Michelle asks.

"She's not happy about it… What is it you Yanks say these days for chuffed … stoked?"

"That older witch over there and her daughter… they each own one…"

Michelle's jaw drops. Kyra grins slightly and says. "She must be all at sixes and sevens."

Cayleigh wistfully explains "She sent both of them home with their mother…" Changing the subject, she eagerly asks "How many people have you each killed?"

"Not as many as I had call to…" Snarls Kyra.

"But how many?" Cayleigh presses intrigued.

Kyra quotes Mary Shelley's book 'Frankenstein' "I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other." Kyra slowly squares up toward Cayleigh her eyes focus like a predator and Cayleigh realizes that Kyra is not Ceirdwyn or Alex.

Ceirdwyn sees Kyra and runs to Cayleigh. She shoves Cayleigh to the ground. "She is a fool…a child. She acts before thinking."

Not taking her eyes from the cowering Cayleigh, Kyra says "Then she gets her first lesson from Nietzsche. 'Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster... for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you."

Cayleigh looks up at Ceirdwyn with large wet eyes. "Don't let her…"

Ceirdwyn slowly shakes her head. "I'm not going to risk my life for yours."

Molly arrives breathing heavy and waiving her wand. She calms slightly when she sees Kyra's sword tip is down, but she interposes herself between Kyra and Cayleigh. Ceirdwyn puts her hand on Molly's shoulder "Not your affair" Ceirdwyn cautions, but Molly picks up a slight tone in Ceirdwyn's voice that hints that the danger is not quite as high as it appears.

Ceirdwyn looks at Cayleigh squirming on the ground. Michelle watches with concern. "Get up." Ceirdwyn commands.

Tonks and Arthur arrive. Arthur draws his wand but keeps it tight to his leg nearly invisible. Molly keeps Kyra in her sights ready to cast expelliarmus at full force.

The Harley pulls up the driveway. Seeing everyone in a group and Cayleigh on the group, Alex realizes that Cayleigh has gotten herself in trouble again. Alex rides with Ginny right up to the group. "What has she done now?" Alex says with a bit of a giggle.

Kyra says nothing. Michelle does not want to fill in the information her teacher is not providing. Ceirdwyn shrugs "Does it matter?"

Michelle breaks her silence. "She just asked a question."

Molly is surprised. "This is all over a question? Why?"

Ceirdwyn responds "It depends on the question. What did she ask Michelle?"

Michelle lowers her head "She asked how many people have we killed."

Molly winces. Molly know that Cayleigh has behavioral issues, but unlike the recent incidents this one seems like an innocent mistake. But it is Tonks who speaks up. " Cayleigh… I've known these people for only about a day… They threaten sometimes to… get your attention… so you take it seriously. Sometimes they do it just to have fun… Sometimes… they are serious but hoping that they won't have to fight…"

"How would you know? You are only a witch?" Cayleigh grumbles, beginning to recover from her fear.

Molly says "I don't know what your mother would do, but you need to learn to think before you act."

"You aren't my 'mother'… My 'mother' let them take me."

Michelle sees in Cayleigh a bit of herself from a few years ago. She still looks to be Cayleigh's age, but she has had more experience. "I used to be a like you. I said and did as I wished because…hey, I'm me and I put myself first. It got me killed. I had to leave my family and never see them again. Then I thought I'd found a man who loved me…but he just used my body and planned to take my head…"

"That's you. I'm smarter than you." Cayleigh interrupts.

Arthur shakes his head "Hubris… the pride that goes just before the fall."

Kyra nods and says "ὕβρις" to herself.

"That's Greek to me." Arthur observes.

With a grin, Kyra responds "And to me."

At the Hogwarts infirmary, Adam sits at the edge of Alexa's bed. They are alone. He takes a breath and lets it out slowly. "How old do you think that I am?"

"Well, a bit older than me…about thirty"

Adam nods. "A perfectly reasonable answer…for the world as you understood it. But for a few hours now, you have known that witches and wizards are real." Alexa nervously nods. "I'm not a wizard… but I'm not what you would expect either."

Alexa begins to breath faster and deeper. Then she wheezes and coughs. Adam's anxiety spikes, there are no medical people present. He attended the University of Heidelberg majoring in medicine and dueling, but that was in 1453 and he is out of his depth.

"Shhhhhhhh Shhhhhhhhh… It's all good. I am just like you…except I'm a guy…and older than I look." Alexa looks at him carefully her large hazel eyes.

"How…?"

"How old? About five thousand years…"

Alexa pales. Then she gets a quizzical look. "So, when Joe said you would be certainly be the man to take me to Egypt…?"

"He knew that I was there a long time ago…"

Alexa gets a slight smile. "So that painting in the tomb that I said looked like you…?"

"I wasn't a bad likeness…but the eye was a bit strange. But you did recognize my nose."

"It is a very nice nose. When I asked you if you ever wished time could stand still…?"

"Yes…I wish that."

"So…you don't age…like at all?" Adam nods. "Then how…?"

"How did I grow up this much?" Alexa nods. "We age normally until our first death, and then not at all. We don't get sick. We heal very fast. We…can't have children."

"We?"

"Yes"

"So, there are others."

"Yes"

"Have I met any? Is Joe?"

"You have, but Joe is something else."

"What is Joe?"

"He is just like you, but he belongs to an organization that studies people like me."

"Oh… Who else have I met like you?"

"Well, you remember Duncan…"

"Duncan is five thousand years old?"

"No, Duncan is just a kid of four hundred." Adam responds with a chuckle.

"Anybody else?"

"Grace."

"How old is she?"

"About a hundred years older than Duncan."

"Oh… You must have had a lot of girlfriends…"

"I have been married about seventy times."

"So, I'm not special."

"In all those centuries, I've never told any of the others what I am. You are not only special, you are unique."

In the courtyard, Grace and Jeanette kneel over a crumpled and moaning Neville Longbottom. Grace gently feels his limbs as Jeanette holds his head and neck steady.

When Poppy arrives, Grace points to various places on Neville. "Broken, Broken, Broken."

Poppy unleashes a bone healing barrage. "Brackium Emendo! Brackium Emendo! Brackium Emendo!"