"That doesn't sound ominous at all," I replied, unmoving in my place in the yard. No, we couldn't go inside. What did she want, for us to sit down with tea and cookies and have a happy little chat? Or did she actually buy into the idea that bad news was better delivered in a pleasant environment? (For the record, my hut was not pleasant.) Even if I hadn't been five seconds away from whipping up a miniature hurricane, I wouldn't have trusted this.

I crossed my arms over my chest as my hair snapped around in the wind and waited.