"Um. . . I really hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we're in the witch's council. Probably about to be killed. This is really, REALLY bad! Do you know how bad this is!? Sooooo bad!" I yelled at Ginny.

"Ok, calm down. We can get out of this, we always get out of this, we always get out of this," Ginny replies to my frantic screaming.

"Fine miss smart one, what are we supposed TO DO!? JUST SIT HERE AND DIE! WAIT AND SEE WHAT'S COMING! TRUST ME, IT'S NOT GOOD!"

"You're up for trial, right? That means you might not be be found guilty," Ginny says. Ever the logical one.

"No, I'm up for termination, not trial. Susie's crimes we're found to be so bad, anyone who had anything to do with her are supposed to be killed. My mom was killed because they were friends as kids, when all she wanted to do was help people. That is why I was her apprentase, mom thought she was good. Let's just say, it didn't end well," I say, tearing up.

"Right, ok. Death is not a good predicament. I can get us out of here, just let me think." So that's what she did, she sat there for about two hours thinking, pacing, and muttering to herself.

"Ginny, I don't think we have much time left, I hear someone coming," I say quietly.

"I got it, don't worry, we'll get out of this."

The girl who had kidnapped us appeared in frount of the cell like room. "Time to go Rose Smith. I'm sorry we have to end your lives so soon," she says.

"Not today," Ginny says. Jumping out and binding the girl, "And you're coming with us miss witch!"