hadn’t been a war he should have been in prison a long time ago. He shouldn’t be walking free,” said Candace, picking up her breakfast tray and walking away. She had gray eyes and blond hair, the most common color among fallen angels, and she was delicate-looking. But clearly she had a steely interior.
“Don’t mind her,” said Greek. “She means well.”
“No, she doesn’t,” said Keegan, picking up his tray as well and stomping away.
Greek and I looked at each other and I cleared my throat awkwardly. Greek had no enemies at Public, an impressive feat given the overflow of hostility on campus.
“Sorry for interrupting your conversation,” he said. “Wasn’t trying to eavesdrop. I’ll just be pretty interested how this all shakes out.”
“What do you mean?” I said. “Will Risper get caught?”
“Yeah,” said Greek, “that and, I mean, who tipped off the Tabble in the first place? They must have been pretty confident that Risper would get arrested if they went ahead and printed that article. I’ve seen him work and I’ve seen his niece work. He’s not a paranormal to cross.” He stopped, then shrugged. It was as if he was watching a TV drama that had no bearing on real paranormal life, but I wasn’t so sure about that.
Greek grabbed his tray and headed out. We had our first group meeting soon, and this semester we had to get serious about our year-end project. Not looking forward to that prospect at all, I glanced at Eighellie. She had been quiet during the conversation about Risper, and now she raised her eyebrows at me. But before either of us could think of anything to say, our schedules appeared in front of us. Eighellie made a grab for hers, while simultaneously glaring at me.
“Don’t look at me in that tone of voice,” she said. “I’m not thinking about anything.” Without so much as a see you later, she too grabbed up her tray and walked away.
I sat there for another few minutes, shaking my head. Then I picked up my schedule without reading it. Suddenly whatever I would be studying this semester felt massively insignificant.
Chapter Eleven
A little while later we were sitting in the oldest building on campus, the one we’d had class in with Professor Penny last semester. Now we were waiting for the dream giver, Professor Rooks, to come. The class consisted of familiar faces. Fog and Frances were there, as were Hannah and Candace. Greek wasn’t there and neither was Averett, but Matthew was. He was so big that the seat next to him had to be left empty, and he stared around the room as if challenging other paranormals to sit there. No one looked like they wanted to take him up on it.
From other student groups there were the Burble siblings, all four of them. “Are they ever separate?” I whispered to Eighellie. She had cooled down after breakfast, walking away from the dining table and instantly stopping to read her schedule – she just couldn’t wait.
Now she shrugged. “I doubt it,” she said, “except that Huky is a girl.”
Huky, the lone female Burble, was sitting in front of the professor’s desk. She wasn’t pretty; her face was so flat she could have balanced a vase filled with water on it if she were lying flat on her back. Her hair was a short, dull black and she had dark circles under her eyes. She was neither short nor tall and her frame was stocky, even athletic in an “I’ll pound your head into the ground” sort of way. To be fair, she did have three brothers.
The three boys were a little different. One had a nose ring and had attacked Eighellie last semester when she’d tried to break up a fight. I hadn’t known how important a role he would play in my future at public. The other two Burble brothers were fraternal twins and looked the opposite of each other. One was short and one was tall. One had a sort of pot belly while the other was remarkably skinny. If Averett hadn’t said something about their being twins, I wouldn’t have
“Don’t mind her,” said Greek. “She means well.”
“No, she doesn’t,” said Keegan, picking up his tray as well and stomping away.
Greek and I looked at each other and I cleared my throat awkwardly. Greek had no enemies at Public, an impressive feat given the overflow of hostility on campus.
“Sorry for interrupting your conversation,” he said. “Wasn’t trying to eavesdrop. I’ll just be pretty interested how this all shakes out.”
“What do you mean?” I said. “Will Risper get caught?”
“Yeah,” said Greek, “that and, I mean, who tipped off the Tabble in the first place? They must have been pretty confident that Risper would get arrested if they went ahead and printed that article. I’ve seen him work and I’ve seen his niece work. He’s not a paranormal to cross.” He stopped, then shrugged. It was as if he was watching a TV drama that had no bearing on real paranormal life, but I wasn’t so sure about that.
Greek grabbed his tray and headed out. We had our first group meeting soon, and this semester we had to get serious about our year-end project. Not looking forward to that prospect at all, I glanced at Eighellie. She had been quiet during the conversation about Risper, and now she raised her eyebrows at me. But before either of us could think of anything to say, our schedules appeared in front of us. Eighellie made a grab for hers, while simultaneously glaring at me.
“Don’t look at me in that tone of voice,” she said. “I’m not thinking about anything.” Without so much as a see you later, she too grabbed up her tray and walked away.
I sat there for another few minutes, shaking my head. Then I picked up my schedule without reading it. Suddenly whatever I would be studying this semester felt massively insignificant.
Chapter Eleven
A little while later we were sitting in the oldest building on campus, the one we’d had class in with Professor Penny last semester. Now we were waiting for the dream giver, Professor Rooks, to come. The class consisted of familiar faces. Fog and Frances were there, as were Hannah and Candace. Greek wasn’t there and neither was Averett, but Matthew was. He was so big that the seat next to him had to be left empty, and he stared around the room as if challenging other paranormals to sit there. No one looked like they wanted to take him up on it.
From other student groups there were the Burble siblings, all four of them. “Are they ever separate?” I whispered to Eighellie. She had cooled down after breakfast, walking away from the dining table and instantly stopping to read her schedule – she just couldn’t wait.
Now she shrugged. “I doubt it,” she said, “except that Huky is a girl.”
Huky, the lone female Burble, was sitting in front of the professor’s desk. She wasn’t pretty; her face was so flat she could have balanced a vase filled with water on it if she were lying flat on her back. Her hair was a short, dull black and she had dark circles under her eyes. She was neither short nor tall and her frame was stocky, even athletic in an “I’ll pound your head into the ground” sort of way. To be fair, she did have three brothers.
The three boys were a little different. One had a nose ring and had attacked Eighellie last semester when she’d tried to break up a fight. I hadn’t known how important a role he would play in my future at public. The other two Burble brothers were fraternal twins and looked the opposite of each other. One was short and one was tall. One had a sort of pot belly while the other was remarkably skinny. If Averett hadn’t said something about their being twins, I wouldn’t have
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