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"Thomas?" she asks.
"I don't know," he whispers. "Clear everything up."
I nod and scramble to collect them into a pile, along with anywhere we've written notes about illegal magic. We may never be doing it again, but that doesn't mean there isn't use in it. If someone is trying to get in here, then the last thing we want is for them to find information about black magic, especially because it's not even magic we've done.
Hastily, I stick them into the hole in the wall we made. I'm glad the black magic books themselves are still in Caspian's room, so at least we won't be caught with them. I step back and smooth down my skirt before nodding to Thomas. At least he hasn't opened the door yet, nothing looks more suspicious than loitering next to a wall.
Caspian beckons me over and I take it as the invitation I need. He puts his arm around me and pulls me close even as the banging outside fades. "You're shivering," he whispers against the top of my head.
"Oh." I hadn't noticed.
"Here." Daphne throws her jumper at me.
"Thanks."
Caspian's arm slips away from me as I pull it over my head, instantly relaxing.
"I'm going to open the door now," Thomas tells us.
I bite my lip, trying to ignore the butterflies starting to make themselves known in my stomach.
The banging starts up again, more frantic this time.
Thomas disappears through the gap in the wall. Nerves gnaw away at me at his absence.
Three men in dark black robes swish into the room, none of them saying a word. Without the banging, the effect is startling and fills me with even more dread than I already had. Not great then.
"Which one of you is Caspian Peters?" the man at the front asks, his voice completely devoid of emotions.
"Well it's not me," Daphne mutters under her breath, clearly not at as worked up by the situation as I am.
"That's me." Caspian gets to his feet, an uneasy look on his face.
"Caspian Peters, you're under arrest."
"What, no!" I shout. "He's never done anything."
The men ignore me. Not even a glance in my direction. It's like they can't even hear that I'm here.
Two of them step forward and take Caspian in hand, squeezing his arms so hard he winces.
"Stop it," I say, stepping towards them and completely forgetting about my nerves. Caspian is far too important for that.
"What am I under arrest for?" he demands, struggling against the men holding him.
I take out my wand, aware that both Daphne and Thomas seem frozen in the face of whatever is happening.
"Mona, no," Thomas whispers.
"I..."
"You're under arrest for the use of black magic," the first man says.
"What? No!" he insists, but even I can hear the lie in his voice. He knows enough to get him in trouble, there's no doubt about that.
"Records show that you do, Mr Peters." He nods his head towards the door and the others start dragging Caspian through it.
"We'll sort this out," I call after him. "I promise."
