Margaret was beginning to come to terms with having to pretend to be a witch and go to all their classes and do all their things, and potions, if she was honest, weren't much different from the tonics that the Irvingly medics made, and about as effective from her personal abilities.

At the end of class, she had set about cleaning, as a working-class girl it made her smirk the discomfort that the uppers had from actually having to clean things and some then still liked to try and slip the odd dish into her tray when she wasn't looking, but she wasn't stupid and she would quietly slip them back on their tables uncleaned after they had left leading to at least one getting chastised for slovenliness, oops.

The other children and her were in the cupboard when the door shut on them, through prank or accident they were plunged into darkness. She heard Stella's voice, her roommate being one she might easily recognise in the darkness. Another girl she recognised the voice of a little less exclaimed as she crashed into something and Maggie. Giggled before trying the door herself. "It seems to be locked!" she said curiously before thumping hard three times. She was imagining Charley on the other side playing one of her games despite there being no chance of her being anywhere nearby.