Point of training

"Hey." Petunia whispered to Fily across Halma who was seated in between them.

"What?" Fily mouthed to her and received a text message instead.

[Petunia: Until when do we have to be stuck in this room with her?] she said while looking like an annoyed cat statue between Halma's hands that were scraping her face and back fur both at the same time, wrinkling her respectably ironed witch's hat and well primed silver fur to destruction.

[Fily: Well, I'm guessing ten minutes more before we get called for dinner.] Fily answered while stifling her laugh that was then interrupted when Halma suddenly glanced at her.

[Petunia: Okay.] said Petunia and let out a heavy sigh before transferring all her body weight to Halma's thigh who was now trying to direct their attention to Gem.