Lock played it off as "Corvin" having found the rat, frightened it, the startled rat running up the scarecrow's pantleg, and being amused by the ensuing chaos. Such a shame Lillith missed it, really.

Lock happily walked with her when she untied his leash.

~~~

Something crashed at the sudden yelling. Agnes cursed, as she almost had that damn monkey's paw back in its case. Some shuffling followed after as she and Aggie chased it down, caught it, and locked it away again.

"I swear, if someone doesn't buy that thing soon, I'm going to burn it," Agnes muttered.

"Nonsense," Aggie countered. "They're quite valuable to the right customer."

They quickly flew upstairs, then set their brooms beside Agatha's door and entered her room.

"What is it, dear?" Aggie asked.

"A hex?" Agnes said, upon getting the reason. A suspicious note crept into her voice. "What [i]kind[/i] of hex?"