Merlin's balls this child was odd. Barnabas blinked. Now she was reciting poetry? Dark poetry. Religious, even. He suddenly thought himself lucky that she hadn't brought a knife. He wouldn't have been the least bit surprised if she'd murdered a person or two. Thankfully, he was saved from having to respond to whatever that was (and threatening her again, which may not have been the best idea if she did have a penchant for killing men in their sleep.) She was suddenly whisked out his open window.

He took the opportunity to stand with his blanket robe and peer into the night. Now there were two little girls beneath his window. Bloody hell. They were multiplying. He wanted no part of whatever this was. "Away with you," He ordered sternly, "Before I hex you both to vomit slugs for the rest of your days." Barnabas didn't wait for either of them to reply before he slammed his window shut. He used the window's latch to lock it, and then a spell for good measure. And then he went back to bed.