Brynn was about to explain to all her new friends, mostly Jay as he had been the one who asked about what they were looking forward to in the first place, about how excited she was for the new school. Her first school. And how she couldn't wait for magic history, and magic gardening, and magic animals, and all kinds of magic spells. She'd want to tell them all about the minister of magic in his big magic office at the ministry that she'd only just heard about existing during her trip in diagon alley. She knew as soon as she saw his smiling news paper face that she wanted to be a minister of magic too. Really though, she hadn't thought about it until when Jay asked about ambitions or whatever.

But she didn't get to say anything, a strange women came in and her friends were all killed. The witch waved her wand and they all fell stock stick with fear on their faces anyway, and everyone know that means you're dead. Brynn had seen enough movies and read enough books to know when someone was dead. Then the women grabbed her, Brynn. Dragged her from the room by her short hair, as she screamed more from the pain of her hair being pulled then the situation, which she didn't understand even a little. She yelled at the witch, something along the lines of [color=fff79a]"Let me go you best friend murdering old walnut!"[/color] or maybe she had called her a burnt buscuit, it didn't matter really for how the tall dark women responded, something about honor and how nice she was, the women was talking about herself not Brynn. Whatever she said wasn't uplifting or in anyway true, and to make matter worse another women showed up. It was all a blur after that, before as well but less so. Brynn was sure she'd be dead soon when the tall women shot another red bolt from her wand, but then the dark women let go and the other women helped her back to the carriage, leaving with a bewildered face and not another word. 

Brynn didn't know what to do, she was shaking and by the way her eyes were starting to burn she could tell that soon she would be crying too. And her friends maybe weren't dead and poor Gregory was croaking away again sounding like a drowning monkey, not even the cute kind. And what is anyone supposed to do about everyone almost dying and a sad frog. [@SouffleGirl123][@Weird Tales][@Dutchess Sarah][@BlackPanther]