The halls were completely empty, but with the amount of chatter between Professors Stetson, Scamander, and Codmen, plus the bickering Rebecca and Sheila were doing at each other, it sounded like a riot was taking place.

"She took control of my broom!" Rebecca shouted.

"I done no such thing! She's out of control and dangerous!" Sheila barked.

"I find it hard to believe a student like Miss Waldgrave would do such a thing." Professor Codmen said.

"Oh bugger off." Professor Scamander said. "I saw it happen. I was on my way over to her and Miss Caspian just before Rebecca went after them."

"Playing favorites, Rolf?" Professor Stetson asked.

"I know what I saw, Neveah." Scamander said.

"Seriously, Rolf. Miss Warren put both of their lives in danger." Codmen said.

"You're only backing them up because you're afraid of MACUSA." Scamander said.

"And for all we know, you could be backing up Miss Warren because she's a Brit like you." Stetson said. "Now everyone shut up. That's enough out of both of you as well." She said to Rebecca and Sheila.

They arrived at the Headmaster's office. There was nothing special about it. Everyone knew it was just off to the side of the Great Hall. Professor Stetson knocked. She waited a moment and then there was a clicking sound from behind the door. It stopped and then Stetson opened the door to a very large room. She stepped aside and said, "In you go." Rebecca went in along with Sheila. As soon as they were in, the door closed behind them. None of the teachers came in.

Rebecca would had loved nothing more than to start wailing on Sheila again. The girl had an eye swelling already. Rebecca looked over at her and Sheila looked mad, but there was a hint of isolation in her expression. Sheila wasn't used to being alone. She seemed out of the ordinary. Rebecca figured Vanessa and Cassandra were both the same.

"Girls." Came a soft voice from the room. "Come in and have a seat." Rebecca and Sheila both looked at a very large desk on the other side of the room. They both hesitated, but they had no choice. Rebecca went first and Sheila followed.

Professor Fontaine sat the oversized desk facing them. "Ah, I was wondering if Professor Stetson would ever send you to me, Miss Warren. You're becoming a topic all on its own in the teacher's lounge."

"What?" Rebecca asked, but Professor Fontaine ignored her. He turned his attention to Sheila.

"Miss Waldgrave. First time you have been here since second year when you fought with Miss Black." Sheila said nothing. "Please, sit down and explain why you were brought here today."

The girls took a seat. Rebecca didn't understand why he wasn't informed by the professors what had happened. There was no doubt Sheila would lie and sure enough, Sheila was the first to start talking.

"Rebecca tried to kill me, professor. She took her broom and turned it to me and tried to hit me with it. That's how I got this." She pointed to her eye.

"You got that because I punched you." Rebecca remarked. Professor Fontaine didn't move a single muscle or wrinkle on his body. Instead, he asked, "Why?"

Rebecca felt completely uncomfortable telling a professor the story. She never told a teacher about her fights. Not even the Headmistress of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall, could get her to speak. But this was different. Professor Fontaine knew nothing other than they were in trouble. Not only would he determine what punishment would come, but what was the truth and quite frankly, what even happened.

"Rebecca, you may choose to not say anything, but if you allow Sheila to speak for you, then I'm afraid I can only judge what she has said."

Rebecca sighed and then started to explain how her broom had lost control. She told everything from the ascend up into the clouds and then her part of when she intentionally crashed into Sheila and Cassandra.

"I never took control of her broom!" Sheila defended herself. "I don't even know how to."

"Hm..." Fontaine said. "I seem to recall in the third year charms class curriculum that students were taught the spell for it. Not specifically controlling brooms, but objects in general which applies to brooms."

"Oh, well... I must had missed that class. I don't do well in charms anyway. Everyone knows Rebecca is the best in charms. Maybe she did it to herself."

"You're lying!" Rebecca said. "You were laughing with your wand pointed out. You had Cass helping because you needed a powerful charm."

"Professor, you can't let her get off this time." Sheila said, ignoring Rebecca. "She already put Vanessa in the hospital and let someone else take the blame."

"I'm only concerned with the current event." Professor Fontaine said. "And I have a final verdict. Both of you, as well as Miss Caspian, will lose your privileges of being on your respective house teams. Both of you endangered other people with your actions. And that ban will be for the remainder of this year, as well as next."

"But..." Sheila started.

"Dismissed." Professor Fontaine said. Rebecca could had done a backflip. The punishment she was receiving was more like an award. But she didn't show any sign of happiness so she wouldn't get anything else. Sheila on the other hand was begging the Headmaster to unban her. Rebecca decided to leave quickly. The more distance she put between her and Sheila, the better.

Rebecca explained the meeting with Morgan and Andrew. Morgan laughed at the thought of Vanessa no longer having her teammates. Andrew was more concerned with any payback.

"I'll be fine." Rebecca assured him. "But I don't understand why he asked us and not the professors. He didn't even know why we were there."

"It's a trust tactic." Morgan said. "Professor Fontaine is very good at picking up liars. One year I got sent there and I got punished when he caught me lying."

"Ivy and the team will be upset." Rebecca said thoughtfully. "I won't be on the team any longer. At least now I got a valid reason to not be on it, as if my own personal feelings weren't enough."

"We lost the match." Morgan said. "Ten to two. I heard she was in the showers crying. I think she's taking the loss as a complete failure on her part."

"At least now there's more time to study." Andrew said.

"I think I'm going to go find Isabelle." Rebecca said as she stood up from the desk.

"What for?" Morgan asked.

"I want to go tell her what happened at the match. I'm sure she was there and saw everything. She's probably worried about me."

"Gotcha." Morgan said.

Rebecca said bye and walked out of the common room. She headed for the great hall. The hallways were now crowded with people, mostly Thunderbird students celebrating their win. They didn't rub it in, but they wanted everyone to know they were victorious.

As she stepped into the Great Hall, Rebecca scanned the tables for her sister. It wasn't difficult to find her. She usually sat in the same spot with her friends. Rebecca started going over to her, but she felt an arm wrap around her. Rebecca struggled to break free. It must had been Sheila. Rebecca turned and swung. Her hand was stopped by none other than Lucy.

"Blimey. I was hoping for a thank you." She said with her eyes wide opened.

"Sorry." Rebecca said when she realized it. "You're back!" She said in a surprise.

"Yes, I am." Lucy said slowly. "And so is Vanessa. We both just got back from MACUSA."

"Brilliant." Rebecca said. "What happened?"

"Oh, just a bunch of law and politics. Mostly politics. The case got thrown out quickly, but her father tried to do everything he could to change it, so we kept having new trials everyday."

"Wow. So you're fine?" Rebecca asked.

"I'm fine. Can't say the same for Vanessa. She nearly went to a mental institute because she continued to accuse you of trying to kill her, but her father insisted it was me. I suppose pushing you down those stairs worked after all."

"I'm still mad at you for that." Rebecca said as she crossed her arms.

"You should be thanking me. You might be in jail right now." Lucy said. "So what are you about to do?"

"Well, long story short, I lost control of my broom during the quodpot match. Sheila and Cassandra tried to crash and kill me. I flew my broom into them and the three of us fought, then we got kicked off our teams. I was going to go tell Isabelle what had happened."

"Merlin, you mean I just put my neck out for you and you're still trying to get thrown out?" Lucy asked irritably.

"I never asked you to anyway." Rebecca snapped.

"You're so ungrateful!" Lucy said loudly. "I guess that's the trait of a spoiled rich kid."

Lucy started to walk away, then stopped. "If you actually gave a damn about your sister, you wouldn't keep putting her through this." Lucy left Rebecca to her thoughts.

Rebecca turned around to look at Isabelle. She looked focused on her drawings. Her friends were gathered beside her talking excitedly, but she didn't join in as she normally would. She was sad. Rebecca thought about not going over to her. She felt ashamed. Lucy made a point. Lately, she had been fighting for herself. She promised Isabelle she wouldn't change. Rebecca was not herself anymore. She had become more violent. She didn't know any limits. She couldn't face Isabelle and tell her she hurt someone just because she wanted to. Rebecca walked out of the Great Hall.

But she stopped at the exit. She had just thought of something. Not being up front and being there for Isabelle was a terrible idea. Rebecca needed to do this. She turned on her heel and went towards her sister. She approached her and Isabelle had not looked up yet. She was still drawing. Rebecca examined it. The drawing resembled a person on a broom flying around A goalpost and the crowd cheering. Rebecca knew the person on the broom was supposed to be her, but there was no way that resembled her based on her actions.

She put a hand on Isabelle's shoulder and said, "Hey, Issy." As brightly as she could.

Isabelle looked up quickly and said, "Becca! You're okay." She wrapped her sister into a hug.

"Yeah. I'm okay." Rebecca said.

"But what happened?" Isabelle asked. "You hurt someone and you didn't help your team."

"I know. I lost control of my broom." Rebecca said.

"But you still hurt someone after you crashed. Why?"

Rebecca sighed and said, "They tried to hurt me. They wanted to make me fall off my broom. They're bullies."

"But I think you went too far. And I heard rumors you hurt another girl. That Vanessa Bancroft. You put her in the hospital wing."

"Issy, everything I do is to protect you. I had good reasons for having to hurt people."

Isabelle looked upset and she was choking on her words. "So you did do it? I don't get why you have to hurt someone that bad. That's not protecting. That's just being mean."

Rebecca allowed Isabelle to continue talking. She had every right to be mad at her, but Rebecca didn't regret what she had done to Vanessa.

"Promise me you'll stop fighting." Isabelle asked.

"I can't make that promise." Rebecca said.

"Do it." Isabelle demanded.

"Issy, things are not that simple." Rebecca explained. "If someone attacks me or you I have to protect us."

"Then don't fight anymore unless you have to." Isabelle said.

"I can promise that." Rebecca said.

Isabelle returned back her drawing. A few moments later, she handed the drawing to Rebecca. "This is for you to remember not to do it again."

Rebecca took the drawing and examined it closer. The drawing was animated and the happy broom player now dived straight at the cheering fans who scattered. Left in the middle was a blonde girl crying.