He'd taken them, last year. They'd almost died. People had gone into the forest and almost died. She had almost died. Because of a misunderstanding, because of a child. And all year she'd wrestled with that. Feelings of fear, anger, doubt, forgiveness. And she noticed the slow turn of the wheel. The white moose became a source of comfort while the aurors became something to fear. Anonymous is here to protect them. The aurors, though?

And the tension, for a moment, is thick enough to cut with the knife. She watches, first Anon and then Mrs. O'Hare and the auror arguing.

Nia believes that the students look to her to set an example. And, usually, she does her best to present the most neutrally good face she can. But, tonight, with finals on the horizon and the end in sight, she's just going to be herself.

She cups her hands to her mouth and shouts. "Lookin' real majestic tonight, sugar, keep up the good work!" She catcalls the forest god in the woods. What's a few lost points? She can make it up tomorrow.