The room went silent.

"Hex Factor." Ms. Clara sat back down, whip at her feet, ready and waiting to take more minutes.

Leo snorted into her sleeve, while I pictured dead bunnies so I wouldn't burst out laughing because Baruch was frozen halfway between horror and indulgence, which had the rest of the Rasha staring at him like he'd grown a second head. The witches just looked confused.

"Hex Factor it is. Moving on," I said. "I'll recap everything that I know, so ...