Kyra stands squared up on Cayleigh. "You are full of anger. I can sense it boiling off of you. I don't know where it comes from, and I don't care."

"You know nothing."

"I know that I was once like you."

"How could…"

"My parents, whoever they were, left me exposed to the elements to die soon after birth. It happened often to baby girls in Sparta in those days. I wondered a long time about why they through me away like trash. They probably just wanted a boy." Kyra's eyes grow wet. "I was rescued by a Priestess of Diana… Carried that anger for a long time…even by our standards. It is still with me…like an old friend, but I don't let it rule me anymore. I've proved myself…made my peace with it. Whatever it is…let it go or conquer it…or it will consume your short life."

Cayleigh turns crimson. Michelle looks at Kyra in shock. Tonks' hair turns blue. Molly resists the urge to hug Kyra.

But Cayleigh is seething. She leaps from the ground and flings herself at Kyra. Kyra deftly sidesteps the uncoordinated attack, inviting Cayleigh in and then showing her out. Cayleigh falls awkwardly to the ground. Cayleigh's embarrassment deepens. For her whole life, up until the last twelve hours, she has gotten her way either through neglect, misguided mothering, or intimidation.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I don't need to…you will do that to yourself."

Cayleigh makes another charge, with the same result. "You want my respect? You have it as your birthright. Every human does. But may God help you if you lose it." Kyra places her sword into her coat.

Cayleigh attacks again. Molly starts to raise her wand to petrify Cayleigh. Tonks takes her wrist and shakes her head. Cayleigh is blind with rage. She has resented witches all of her life and believed that the Old Ones were superior to counter her mother's beliefs, but now she is being rejected by her heroes. But, on this attack, Kyra does not dodge, but instead she envelops Cayleigh with a hug. Cayleigh punches, kicks, and uses her elbows and knees in an all-out assault. Kyra whispers in Cayleigh's ear. "Get it out. Whatever it is, get it out. Let it go."

Molly looks to Ceirdwyn in concern. Seeing it, Ceirdwyn shakes her head. "She can't injure Kyra. She's doing more damage to herself…and she can stop that whenever she wants."

Out of exhaustion Cayleigh begins to slow. Then she begins to sob out of frustration.

"Is it over?" Molly asks Alex.

Alex grins a bit. "No." Then she steals from Winston Churchill. "It is not the end…it is not the beginning of the end…but…it may be the end of the beginning. Anger like that does not go away quickly… I should know." Alex exhales slowly before adding, to herself. "It doesn't just develop in youth either."

Ceirdwyn glances to her former student and nods. "There comes a time to embrace life again."

Alex shakes her head. "Not while they live…"

Ceirdwyn shrugs. "If you leave it with those that participated…"

"Or profited…" Alex adds.

In the infirmary, the three medical experts guide a wobbly and battered Neville Longbottom to a bed. Alexa looks at him in a mixture of relief, concern, and… a feeling of intrusion.

Once Neville is on a bed, Grace checks his pupils and looks for signs of concussion. "What are you doing?" Poppy asks.

Grace asks Neville "Are you dizzy?" Neville shakes his head

Jeanette answers Poppy "She's looking for signs of brain injury."

Poppy is unimpressed and says to Jeanette. "We usually just open the skull and take a look."

"They can't cause it to open and heal as fast as we can."

It sinks into Grace what she just heard. "You what?"

"Oh yes, we just…" Jeanette motions with her hands as if she was opening a box while making a slurping noise. "…open it up and take a look under the bonnet. But we don't do it all the time."

Grace's jaw drops. Jeanette smiles and shrugs.

"Let me know if you want to…how did you say 'take a look under the bonnet." Poppy offers.

Grace opens Neville's robe and begins to feel for signs of internal soft tissue injuries. "Are you the muggle doctor that came last night?"

"Yes. Are you comfortable with that?"

"I guess so. I never really talked to any muggles until about a week ago. But now I think they are fine…even if they can't do magic."

"Until recently, I didn't believe wizards existed."

"Really?"

"Really." Grace warms the end of her stethoscope up in her hands. "I'm going to listen to your lungs and heart." Grace continues with her exam.

Poppy checks on Alexa.

"Don't let her open my head. I don't think I would like that and she probably won't find anything."

Jeanette giggles a bit. Grace shoots her a cold look. "I won't. But I think she would find a heathy brain."

Neville thinks for a moment before blushing.

Grace moves a privacy screen. "I'm going to check to see if you got a hernia during your struggle." Neville nods, not entirely sure what that means. Grace begins to unbuckle his belt. Neville's eyes grow large and he gets even more pink. Neville stares at the ceiling as Grace reaches in. She talks to distract him. "You see sometimes when you exert yourself, you can open a gap... Cough." Neville coughs. Grace moves her hand "…and part of your intestines… cough." Neville coughs. "…can slip through that gap and that can cause problems." Grace withdraws her hand. "But you…are fine." Grace straightens Neville's trousers. "I'll let you refasten them." Grace says with a smile.

Neville relaxes, grateful it is over. Now that he knows what Grace was doing, he remembers hearing that Poppy was less discreet and could grip pretty hard. Grace steps away and Neville quickly fastens his pants.

"Is he good?" Jeanette asks.

"Considering what he has just been through, he's fantastic. His robe may need a tailor, but other than that, he just needs a bit of rest."

From behind the screen, they hear "Vestimentum reparo!"

"Robe fixed." Jeanette explains to Grace with a grin.

"Ummmmmm" with a tone of concern, comes from behind the screen.

Jeanette takes a quick look…and notices the flames.

Poppy checks on Alexa. "You are doing very well. Let's have you take that second dose."

Alexa grimaces, but nods. Poppy hands her the potion to drink. Alexa holds her nose and downs it. Adam is ready with the bucket as Alexa begins to cough.

Grace watches as Alexa receives her second dose, before being distracted by Jeanette saying "Aguamenti" with some urgency. But she is distracted from the first distraction by a group of students entering the infirmary. Ron is in the lead carrying the shards of a Hogwarts Training Broom. Hermione steps out from behind him and asks "Is Neville here?"

Grace looks "He is… Why is he wet?"

"He set his robe on fire…a little." Jeanette explains.

"I've done that." Ron admits as he carries the broom to Adam. "Do you think it can be fixed…? I mean, it doesn't have to fly. It just needs to look normal so he doesn't get detention for borrowing it. Maybe with some spellotape?"

"Ron, maybe this isn't the best time." Adam says as Alexa coughs up a bit of diseased lung.

Ron looks a bit green. "Whoa! I haven't seen anything like that since Percy got the vomit flavored Bertie Bott Every Flavour Bean."

But with each removal of damaged tissue Alexa's lungs are growing stronger.

"I'll take a look at it later Ron." Adam instructs. "For now, maybe you could hide it in my truck?"

"Madam Hooch will not be happy." Hermione tells Neville.

"I do fairly well in the open, but I'm hopeless near obstacles."

"This is the second time in about a fortnight that you have been in hospital for crashing. But at least you get airborne." Hermione admits.

"He goes well, it is the steering and stopping that need work." Harry explains.

"I'm doing well when I achieve a hover barely off the ground." Hermione pouts.

"But you do it with excellent control." Harry comforts.

The other students pepper Neville with questions. "How many bones did you break? Five is the record for solo flight by a first year." Asks one. "Did you land on your head?" Asks another.

Poppy notices the group and goes on the offensive. "Out! Out! If you don't need treatment, get out!"

"But…"

Poppy withdraws the large syringe she carries for its intimidation value. "Do you need treatment?"

"No" stammers the terrified student before bolting for the door.

"Anyone else?" Poppy shoots some saline solution from the syringe into the air. The rest flee. Ron walks by quickly with the broom fragments headed for the truck. Poppy turns toward the remaining Harry and Hermione. "Well? Either go or bend over."

Hermione takes a deep breath and winds up. "No way! My parents are dentists. You can't just go around jabbing people."

Poppy draws herself up to her full height and glares sideways at the defiant diminutive witch. Harry, who has suffered more at the hands of adults, grabs Hermione by the sleave and tugs her toward the door.

"Well, she can't." Hermione protests, but she goes.

After they get through the door, Hermione protests "I didn't even get a chance to check on his girlfriend."

Grace looks at Poppy with surprise, disapproval, and amusement in equal measure. "She's right you know. You weren't…were you?"

"Were you going to apply leaches?" Poppy counters.

"Of course not."

"Neither was I. It works with the first-year students, but the older ones figure out that none have been injected. I may have to once to maintain the illusion."

Goyle staggers in holding his belly. Jeanette sees the peaked Slytherin and grins and mutters "Victim up."