The HedgeQuarters are quiet. Sure enough, there are hedges flitting this way and that, hands contorting in practiced tuts, but absolutely nothing that Marina is interested in. She dodges past them all, the more respectful ducking to the side (she was head Witch, after all). As she passed them, she left them comments on how they could improve, and ways they should stop trying. The weaker ones were never meant to thrive, anyway. She took them in to spite Fogg.
Finally, she was upon her goal. In the furthest corner of the main room, her two favourite hedges. And her most powerful.
"Coldwaters! How would you like to make me very, very happy?"