Grapefruit is the creepy uncle of the citrus world.

"Ahhhh," there is a look between Harry and the skull and then back at Harry and finally to the tangerine. "Well, thankfully I am expendable, so it's all good." Putting the remaining tangerine down she wipes residue from her fingers on to shorts before checking the time.

"Yeah, I think I can manage a trip to find Margot. I mean it would be a real shame if she were busted for doing black magic and I wasn't there to see it." Going back to the fruit Margaret considers what she does and doesn't have in her bag that may be helpful in dealing with a warlock. Assuming that's what Margot is. Though Margaret has a feeling (for whatever reason) that in stead Margot is probably dead.