"Jessica!" McGonagall hollered. "Catherine!"
The two girls turned and saw what they thought was an illusion – a trick of the Arena. Jessica pointed her wand at her former professor, her eyes bloodshot and face flushed. "Petrificus –"
McGonagall flicked her wand and Jessica's was thrown at a tree. "I understand your fear, Jessica," the woman said briskly, "but I assure you, I am me and I am here to liberate you! You are against You-Know-Who after all of this, correct?"
Both girls stared at the teacher for a moment, trying to discern whether she was real or not. Jessica was the first to recover. "Of course I want to kill him," Jessica retorted, walking towards her wand. She picked it up and stared at the woman. "How did you get in here?" she finally asked.
"Professor Flitwick and I managed to break the barrier," she replied. "It was quite simple, actually. Now, we have to hurry – the Death Eaters and dementors are probably coming."
The two girls gave each other a sideways look. "Fine," Catherine said barely above a whisper. She wondered if they were really going to get out – it seemed rather abstract. McGonagall turned on her heel and started to walk without checking if the two girls were following. Without a word, the girls followed her to their hopeful freedom. The sun was now in the middle of the sky, shining brightly down on them.