Sally glared at the girl as she felt her wand leave her hand. She glanced at Harold as he took Romilda wand, and almost smirked before she heard what Romilda was saying.
"You two created the mist?" Sally rubbed her forehead, hat was a lot of information to process. Then she remembered something. "The dreams?" She looked straight at Harold. He'd been responsible for the dreams. Sally sighed and sat down on a table, looking between the two of them.