"Roger, you work for my father, remember? If he hears about this, that's a charge of mutiny, punishable by death. Ugh, Dios mio, los brujos y brujas are controlling your mind!" Karena smacks Roger. "Snap out of it! Knock it off! I'll be back for the holidays." Karena frowns slightly, then gets her stuff, and walks up to the school. "Going on about those insufferable self-righteous manipulators," she mutters to herself.