"Eurgh." Melinda pushed herself up off the floor and grabbed Marek's spare pair of work gloves. She was muttering incoherently under her breath, the occasional swear word or derogatory term making itself clear. She pulled one glove on and grabbed the lid for the cauldron, putting it on, then dragging her brother to his feet. She turned him around and poked him in the back to make him walk until he was out, closing the door with a shut behind them. "I hate you."