- Riven: [after Stella left] She must be mind-blowing... right? Or does she do weird shit with her tongue?
- Sky: What are you talking about?
- Riven: I'm just trying to figure out why the fuck you started things up with her again. Like she's crazy-hot, yeah. But the emphasis is squarely on "crazy."
- [has a moment of 'insight', inane as usual]
- Riven: It's butt stuff. She lets you do butt stuff!
- Sky: Shut up, Riven!
- [pushes him away]
- Bloom Peters: Aysha's... tired, you know.. My parents think that Alfea is in Switzerland, so... they Skype me at 9 Am every morning Switzerland time.
- Musa: At 2 AM our time. We can hear you.
- Bloom Peters: Am I being loud? I was trying to be quiet.
- Musa: Like an old lady unwrapping sweets in the cinema.
- Riven: Ah, this one's a bit more fun than Stella. You know... reminds me of Ricki.
- Bloom Peters: Who - Who...
- [chuckles]
- Bloom Peters: Who's Ricki?
- Sky: Rivs... Don't...
- [shakes his head]
- Riven: You live with Stella and you don't know what happened to her last roommate?
- Bloom Peters: I don't. But I certainly would love to.
- Riven: You see, Ricki... was Stella's best mate. Till she flirted a little bit too much with Sky here.
- Sky: Riv... I would never...
- Riven: Oh, of course not. But that didn't matter to Stella, and she showed everyone what a legit psycho she was.
- Bloom Peters: What's that supposed to mean?
- Riven: Stella used her magic to blind her. On purpose. She blinded her best mate.
- Bloom Peters: Is that...? That can't be true...
- [chuckles nervously]
- Sky: [glowering at Riven] Yeah. That's the story.
- Farah Dowling: [as Bloom storms at her] You should be in bed.
- Bloom Peters: And you should tell me the truth!
- [holds up phone with the photo of the woman]
- Farah Dowling: [gestures for Professor Harvey to leave] Who is this?
- Bloom Peters: This woman? She was the one who left me in the First World.
- Bloom Peters: [senses the Burned One] It's still close.
- Sky: I just wanna know why you can track these things.
- Bloom Peters: Just one of the many mysteries in my life that can't be solved in the protective embrace of the fairies.
- Beatrix: Looks like you tried the Nettle Amalgam last night. Did it reveal anything about Dowling's trap to the undercroft?
- Callum: It did not, just like you did not reveal I should wear gloves whilst handling it.
- Beatrix: I'll figure something out this afternoon when I'm done languishing in class with cringey first years. We have to get down there soon.
- Dane: I don't know how you can smoke so much after Terra's brownies.
- Riven: Ah, man, she puts as much weed in hers as Dowling would. Fucking Terra.
- Dane: Don't be an arsehole. She made them for everybody.
- Riven: [grins] No, she didn't. She made them for *you.* She's so thirsty for your dick, it's embarrassing.
- Dane: Hmm.
- Riven: By the way... What size are you?
- [Dane doesn't respond]
- Riven: Shirt. What size shirt?
- [Dane chuckles, relieved]