Who: Ace Boot and Melody Jordan What: Flown call near the beginning of the Filch/WAQ shutdown. Ace dials a different number than he expected to, but it turns out to be the "right" number anyway. Maybe. When: Sunday night Where: Dungeon classroom + the Pool House
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It was the closest that a faculty member had come to discovering the location of the Pool House, and Ace was trying not to panic. People who could remain cool under pressure? Were not named Ace Boot. Or Anthony. Or whatever. Whatever his name was, Overreaction was likely also his middle name, and given the seriousness of this situation, Ace was about two minutes away from dissolving into a flaily panic. As Filch and the others discussed how they were just a group of students meeting for an ordinary average study group, the last sane part of Ace's brain latched on to something constructive to do: he could ring other members to warn them not to come to the meeting tonight. Or, better yet, someone who could FIX this situation. Someone who had the power to call off Filch, and whom Ace could count on to help him rescue himself even at his lowest moments. He fumbled with his flown and rang up the number while under his haze of anxiety. Waiting for her to pick up, he tried keeping his voice quiet as he urgently said, "Michaela. Michaela. Michaela. Michaela. Michaela."