Ariadna had to think about who Margo was, a name slightly familiar to her but belonging to someone new. One of Maddy's new sisters, she was almost sure. "I haven't," she told Marlow, drawing her closer, putting a protective arm around her. If anyone was watching, it was good to look possessive. And of Marlow, Ariadna was possessive.
"Come," she said, drawing her quickly back the way Ariadna had come. "We are going back to the cottage."
She kept her gaze moving as they walked, not too fast as to draw more attention, but steadily. Inside the gingerbread house, the public area was made up to look like a 17th century cottage, rocking chairs and fireplace and tables - but far more of it surprisingly edible. Ariadna closed the door and then cast a simple locking charm on it. It wouldn't keep out even the simplest of magic users, but it was something.
Ariadna sat Marlow down gently in front of the fire and said, "you are safe in here now. Do you want something to calm your nerves?" she reached into her pocket and drew out some of the candies she had been giving to children. She was glad Marlow couldn't see into the kitchen were the dead children lay.