At Mr. Mooney's glance Sisse blushed and quickly looked away, knowing precisely what he was thinking about. It was a vain hope that he had forgotten the ordeal. Thankfully none of the others noticed.

The best plan would be to get an adult, but Msttthew could hardly be considered that and the respective relatives who had escorted them had scattered. Before Sisse could suggest anything further on the matter Sloane and Mr. Mooney's shoes were off. A cold fear gripped her, she couldn't swim, and after the last time she had no intention of getting into water again. But what would her friends think if she didn't get into the water. Her mother would be irate if she did, but what other choice did Sisse have. She could hardly stay idle on the side of the lake.

Thank Merlin for Cam's directions, Sisse felt the threat of frightened tears (how embarrassing) fade. But then it seemed to be her only other option was flying. She had never been a great flyer, or flown on her own out of the safety of the flying clubs boundaries her first year. And flying over the water? Luckily no one noticed her hesitation so fixated on the tasks at hand.

As Calla took off she called out to them, "I'll stay here for Calla, shout back if you need help!" At least she could run for help then.