The girls both looked at Granny Fern expectantly. Who did she know that could help them learn how to fight? If they were going to defend themselves against the students at the Academy, they would need a really good teacher.
“Come with me, first we need to get you into a clean work dress, Hazel.” Granny Fern led Hazel to her clothes chest and pulled out another uniform dress for Hazel.
“Thank you, Granny Fern,” Hazel said with gratitude.
“Were either of you hurt? Let me look at you.” Granny Fern reached out and took Lumina’s arm and inspected it for any bruising and looked over her face.
“He just pushed us, Granny Fern. We’re fine, really.” Lumina insisted.
“All right then, I guess so.” Granny said and turned back to Hazel who was slipping the new clean dress over her head. Gra
