Patience, Grasshopper

Faeries are not like that.

Faerie Godmothers are nothing like that.

What kind of crappy Disney bullshit was that?

[Added after she finds out about Cissie.]

[Private to Murphy:]
Karrin. You're needed in the infirmary.

[The video clicks on and shows Charity Carpenter, sitting at her kitchen table and smiling politely at the camera.  If you look behind her, you can see bread rising in loaf pans.]

Hello.  I understand my daughter Molly is a warden here.  Oh, dear God, child we will be having a talk when you get home about the kinds of deals you make to keep your family safe, you're as bad as your father.  My name is Charity.  This is... an interesting place she's found herself in.  I've met some of you already, but there are others I'd like to speak with as well.

[private to Snape]
Severus Snape?  I'd like a word with you.

[private to Tim]
Tim Drake?  May I speak with you?

[private to Kon]
Kon? Can I speak with you?

[private to Dick]
Dick Grayson--is that your real name?  Can I have a word?

[private to Mozenrath]
Mozenrath: a word, please.

[private to Amanda]
Amanda Young.  I need to speak with you.