Jane
Charles looked about, and escorted Jane into one of the empty bedrooms that had no windows, locking the door behind them and sighing. "I apologize, Jane. It's not the best place, but the only one I could think of at the moment."
Luckily, Harry had filled every room with drinks and food. Charles sat down and removed his pirate hat, relaxing.
"Witchcraft, naturally. Anne's doing, most likely," he added, smiling.