Kate knew Malora was a cruel mistress and she married the Dark Lord, Draco, a sinister sorcerer and they both practiced the dark arts. Kate could only imagine the state of her gift if he managed to survive. She shuddered to think what kind of species Malora hand-picked for her.<br/>She hurried past the students leaving their classroom to get to the infirmary, clothes room, and removed a thick blanket from the teacher lounge. She rushed and stuffed her books into her locker. They would be turned in later.<br/>She needed essence of poppy, needle syringes, bandages, soft clothes, potions, salve, and sutures. as she grabbed items and dropped them into her bag of holding. The mage student ran toward her father's black carriage with gold gilding, " Peel please hurry to the wharf. I have a letter from Aunt Malora." She shoved the letter into his frigid hand. Peel was a sturdy man for 50. He read the crumbled letter and handed back to the teen. He opened the door for and once she was seated he climbed up on the driver's seat. He slapped the reins and the white horses pulled out of line. Peel made the horses canter toward the wharf. Once the carriage stopped in front of the warehouse six. She awaited Peel to open the carriage door. "Peel please make a palate on the floor. I will send for you should I need your help."