Several days had passed, and Ophelia had been running around like a mad woman. She assigned five teens to cooking duty and several children to clean up. There were the stretching and combat classes, now performed in real rooms with soft mats and mirrors along the walls. Ophelia had to arrange the teachers and shuffle the children and teens to their assignments. And in all the hustle, there were still a lot of upset tummies to calm.
Quietly, without calling attention to themselves, Lysander, Titania, and Conrade slipped away to the supply room and replaced poison in the molar caps with antacid. When they had about a dozen or so, they handed them out to the children who would swap them out without question. After all, they did this all the time. All of the children were now safe. They just
