Moira is petty enough that she takes pleasure in the little annoyed noises James makes as she uses her magic. People always assume that magic is some grand thing, when, in reality, the most complicated and intricate spells focus on the little details. It's one thing to make a rabbit disappear; it's another thing entirely to change the color of its fur.

She follows James out into the garden and towards a path opposite of the way they came into the place. Moira thinks she'll almost miss this place and the odd tranquility of the morning. She shakes her head, knowing such sentimentality to be ridiculous. They need to get out of here, as soon as they can.

"Not something I'd ever think I'd hear you say, but I agree," she says, raising an eyebrow. Hopefully they've made it through the worst of the danger now.