"An' a bloody waste of time it was too," she said for what felt like the twenty-seventh time. "She should of just not sent us back in the first place if this was gonna happen." Not that Meaghan thought her mum could predict the future or anything, but she'd been twitchy about the whole evil-death-eaters-around thing since it had happened. It had really only been a matter of time before something sent them all away. "Where's his shoes? Are they over there? Toss 'em over, there's a mate."