She couldn’t enquire further as Amelia had materialised behind her and snatched the book from her grasp, her wide bloodshot eyes staring into her own accusingly with an intensity that, frankly, scared her. She refused to explain, refused to discuss the matter, and had even refused to leave her room any further, except only when Shortbeak was not there. Something had to be done. And it was her delay in doing so that would haunt Shortbeak for the remainder of her days.