It was all Ros could do to keep an air of calm. She should have known Zelda would be obstinate—she adored her sister, but by even arriving here with Mr. Darrow, the younger witch had knowingly, willingly veered off course.

"Mr. Darrow, please," she turned her attentions to the wizard, gesturing vaguely towards the door. There was nothing to be gained in arguing with Zelda, but perhaps her chosen beau would demonstrate a hitherto undiscovered degree of sense.