"What's going on," Karen whispers.

"I don't know," Miranda whispers back, "I was in the middle of trying to find out."

That settled he turns around, fishes a book out of his bookbag for Minor. "What're you doing here, Swan?"

"Visiting."

He sits down. He does the muffling charm so Karen and Aaron and Minor can't hear them either. 

"I started looking up love potions because Potions Compendium said one common use was for intimacy issues following rape. I've tried three or four trying to find something where the side effects are easily corrected for. Mind. Your. Own. Business."

He cancels it.

He leaves.

"Miranda?"

"- it's okay, I think -"

"What's okay? What wasn't okay?"

"Timothy spooked me and I freaked out."

"He wouldn't put the bracelet on we thought maybe he was - Miranda what did he say -"

"It was a satisfactory explanation that I remember in its entirety and understand why he didn't say and should not repeat. And you saw him put it on."

"Yeah I did." He relaxes. "Timothy."

"He's the worst," Aaron says fondly.

Karen hugs Miranda.

"So are you still stressed about the thing you were stressed about when you went in to talk with him, or not?"

"No, I think it's okay."

"Oh good." Hug.

Hug.

Miranda avoids Timothy for a while.

He does not make that hard.

Maybe it will just go on till summertime.

Unless she sees fit to strike up a conversation sooner, or do something it's his job to handle.

Well, nobody kidnaps any merfolk and she doesn't uncover any more nefarious plots.

Then it'll be exams season.

Karen's wand arm is not only usable but also has its full range of motion back pain-free in time for practicals! However, she has a wicked cool scar across her palm and spiraling up to her elbow in silver-white starbursts. She kinda likes it.