Ginny Hatter moved so fast I barely had time to blink before she was on top of me.

"Ack," I spluttered through a mouthful of her hair, and then I was bound and they were running. I squirmed but I couldn't get away from them. We burst thought the doors just as the alarm rang through the halls.

"For a team of witches, they sure aren't very smart," Ginny panted.

"Good thinking back there, I thought you were just going to pick the lock or something." Rose gasped, "Wow, we are out if shape."

"So how do you like us now, Miss High Level Snot?" Asked Ginny smugly.

"I have a name," I replied disdainfully, "but you stupid peasants are probably to ignorant to comprehend it."

"If we are so ignorant, why is it we managed to escape the council of witches and capture you three times?" Ginny asked.

"Yeah, and witches are just full of them selves, not smarter than us." Rose added

"Have you looked in the mirror lately? We witches may be a tad full of ourselves, but at least we don't grow mustaches." I said nastily.

They both made offended noises, and stopped talking. We reached their carriage and they threw me in, then ran off. I assume they went to get their horses, because a few moments later, the carriage started rolling. I said a wretched curse word.

"Squak #%#*$&@." Said the parrot. I sighed, and decided that if was staying in the back of the carriage, I might as well do something useful. I started teaching the parrot all the offending words I knew.

Hours later, we rolled to a stop. The two girls came inside the carriage.

"Squak, $&%^#!" Said the parrot.

Rose gasped and ran over to it.

"Mr. Featherkins, where did you le-" She broke off and glared at me, "have you been teaching Mr. Featherkins, bad words?"

"That is not cool. Mr. Featherkins was known for being the politest parrot in London." Ginny scolded.

"Not anymore," I said sweetly.

"Squak, $#%^@," said Mr. Featherkins.