Verity had been taking a short nap after dinner (all of the sun and thin air in Romania made her more sleepy than usual.) However, the nap seemed to be cut horridly short when a banshee's shreik filled the tent. She sat up, rubbing her eye and combing her fingers through her hair while visibly withdrawing from the loud wailing.
"What in merlin's name was that?" she asked groggily offended. "Your mum curses?" she finished, still groggy but clearly surprised.