Sloane had been lain to rest yesterday. Well, there had been a funeral. Because how could one lay someone to rest without a body? Wally had muddled through the funeral somehow but it ate at him. So he had slipped out of his house and had looked along the shoreline. They had searched there and found nothing, they had said.

His baby sister was not supposed to be dead. They were supposed to be ganging up on Harry for his tendency to be overprotective. They were supposed to be swapping out Alvins inkwell with disappearing ink. They were supposed to be fighting over the last plump dinner roll at dinner. Not laying her to her eternal rest.

What if the storm had actually swept her out of the lake the witnesses said she had fallen into? The storm and capsizing boats would have made it hard for them to see properly. So, she had to be out there somewhere. What if she was alive but hurt? Unable to even cry out for help? With those thoughts in mind, he headed towards the Forbidden Forest.