Somersby's seventh year had been about to conclude with very little drama. After the events of last summer Somersby was grateful for that fact. Until he heard the news. Mr. Darrow's words shook him. How could three little girls get into such trouble? The thought was ridiculous, after all they had been Paxton's age and Paxton was quite capable of making his own trouble.

What if it had been one of his sisters though? Glancing around Somersby saw this reaction on many faces. It could have been any of them. It could have been any brothers or sisters, or any student sitting there listening to the speech. They'd all practiced potions on their own. They'd all done something that they weren't quite good at in their studies. Any of a million things could have gone wrong. It hammered home the fact that you didn't have to go looking for trouble for it to find you. It could find you anywhere, not just on a venture into magicless fog. Not just hunting for new animals for a zoo. It could even be here at Hogwarts.

Somersby looked around the room finding each of his siblings, glancing at them, glad they were safe. Would they be okay with out him next year? He could only hope so, but a glance at Paxton had him worried. If anyone were to find trouble it would be that boy. Holliday would watch after him, Somersby reassured himself. Because there was nothing left he could do. This was his last day at Hogwarts, he could only hope something like this wouldn't happen again. But it would, his mind whispered. Because he knew just how death could touch in the least likely places.