The moment the ants were gone, Frida made sure to back up as far away from Seneca as possible. Her cousin wouldn't have to worry about her clinging to her anymore — she was now 100% distrustful of the Slytherin.

"I just want my wand back. Since you're so good at magic, get out and leave me to find it," she directed, her tone hurt. Now that the ants and dirt were gone, she could sift through the ground until she found it.