Jon shrugged, smile sliding off his face. He stepped over a puddle of goop toward the supply closet, and thought about Tilly and that thing in the courtyard. About first years hiding in trees and the look on William's face at the mention of the school nurse. Travis, injured.
"Let's just agree to disagree on this one." Setting down some more ingredients, Jon held out the root in his hand. "Ready for round two, Teach."