The Crone grimaces at Bethany's words. "No!" she growls, her words cutting through Bethany's mantra. "Now you listen to me little pretty. You and I are here for a reason, whether you like it or not. You can no more ignore me than you can you're magical abilities."

Her words pull a frown from Bethany, and the Crone cackles. "Yes, those abilities which you try so hard to hide from your friends!" As she speaks, something begins to bubble in the water, thick belch like gas coming up from the surface.