"That's an idea," Fiona says. "Except with our luck, the fish would turn out to be homicidal creatures that can fly and breathe air, and you wouldn't have your wand to deal with it. Though I get how you feel. I just want to go home and sleep for a month."

Fiona follows Lydia's lead and takes a deep breath to ground herself. "I'm fine, I think. This is just weird as hell. I mean, prom is stressful enough without having to deal with evil melting phones," she says, thinking back to her last adventure with Eddy and Mary Grace. "Don't ask."

She snaps back to attention and scans the scene. "What do you think we're supposed to look for?" She picks up the lily of the valley sprig and rolls it absentmindedly between her hands.