"Um...Let me think," Ginger frowned. "Their wands were firing bright red energy, and I'm sure they were all casting the same spell. It apparently had knocked him face down to the floor, and he was down for quite a long time, actually. I didn't think he was going to get up again. I thought perhaps he was done for, and he looked like whatever it was really hurt. He managed to get himself up, and he went straight for Suzanne first, but when he went after her, she slipped out a secret door in the wall. So he went after her goons then. I was no help because I couldn't get to him."
"Well, he was outnumbered nine to one til we got there. Her and her eight goons," Anise said. "The spell, do you remember it, Ginger? It was two syllables, and it was dark. It had dark energy all over it. Seems like it took all of them to cast it because they were all using the same one."
"Crush..cruise...something like that," Ginger said.
"Crucio," Anise finally came up with it.
"Yes. That was the word. We haven't studied that one yet, though, so I don't know what it means," Ginger said.
"I don't think those two could be more different if they tried," Edward laughed. "Anise is the seer, and she's the fighter, all outdoors and all tomboy. And then there's Ginger. She's the domestic. She likes being indoors, cooking, taking care of babies, making lace, sewing, gardening, and her gifts are all about animals and animal healing. She reminds me, in her own way, of Kate."
"I think that's a fair comparison," Angus said.
"I'm going to brew some after dinner coffee for anyone who wants some with their dumpling," Edward said, getting up.