“Naw, Jenny,” Logan groaned. He looked heavenward. “Let’s hope not.”
“No, really. His power was only temporary, you know. That’s why he needed the scepter badly. He believed it would give him even more power.”
George had his mouth wide opened; he was trying to pick out some jellybeans that were stuck between the molars of his lower teeth. Now he paused and said, his words slurred by the finger he put in his mouth, “At least the potion we drank wore off and he stopped controlling our minds. That counts for something. For now.” A drip of drivel was hanging at the corner of his mouth. George slurped quickly, and the drivel ascended back into his mouth, mixed in with the rest of saliva.