indulged in a long sip. âFairmount does not tolerate rule breakers, Iâm afraid.â
âThen how did
you
get in?â Bailey blurted out, and then immediately regretted it.
But, to Baileyâs surprise, Tremelo threw his head back and laughed.
âWell done,â he said, returning the flask to his pocket with a flourish. âYou should thank Nature Iâm not the headmaster, or youâd be kicked out before you could say âAnimas Platypus.ââ Still chuckling, Tremelo clapped a hand on Baileyâs back and began to steer him toward the main hall and the dormitories. âIâm unfortunately obligated to see you head back to your rightful place. Which is  â¦Â ?â
âTowers,â Bailey muttered.
Tremelo began humming an old Gray City tune.
âI knew myself a lady, her Animas a snail!â
The fox dashed in front of them as they walked, playing her own games with the dew-covered grass.
Bailey wondered what Tremelo was doing, wandering around the grounds by himself at night. But Tremelo was a teacher, and could wander where he pleased. As for Bailey, heâd only just arrived at Fairmount, and heâd been caught breaking about a hundred rules.
As they passed the small, copper-roofed shed that served as the night guardâs post, Tremelo stopped.
âA moment, please,â he said to Bailey, and he ducked inside. Bailey could see that Mr. Bindley, the night guard, and his two massive dogs were snoring. Bailey watched from the doorway as Tremelo sniffed the air inside the shed. He moved forward and picked up a small packet from Bindleyâs table, which lay next to a thick, gear-heavy object. Tremelo caught Bailey looking at the strange contraption.
âNight-vision monocle,â he said proudly. âSpecial lenses refract moonlight, amplifying it. I made it for him years ago. Best watch yourself, when heâs got this on  â¦Â and heâs awake.â
Tremelo quickly placed the small package heâd picked up in his jacket pocket.
âEvery year,â he muttered, shaking his head. He looked at Bailey and winked. âThe Scavage team makes a habit of stealing my myrgwood to put old Bindley to sleep, so they can run amok on the grounds.â
They left Bindleyâs post and walked across the commons to the dorms. It was lateânearly one oâclock, and the entire campus was a chorus of crickets.
Then Tremelo suddenly said: âYouâre the boy with an Absence, arenât you?â
There was that word again. Bailey didnât even get to think of a lie or try to avoid the question. As Bailey had suspected, Tremelo already knew.
âMrs. Shonfield told you?â Bailey asked.
âShe did. You are, after all, my student. But she didnât have to. Itâs plain as day to me. We have much in common, Bailey.â
Bailey wasnât sure what Tremelo was referring to. What could he possibly have in common with this man who, for all his strangeness, was supposed to be one of the most powerful Animas trainers in the kingdom?
âItâs just coming to me slowly, thatâs all,â Bailey said.
âYou donât have to tell me about slow development,â Tremelo said. âI was well into my eleventh year when Fennel found me, and before that Iâd had myself convinced I was Animas Rat, like my father.â From his jacket he removed the same pouch Bailey had seen him take from Mr. Bindleyâs table. He extracted a large pinch of a dark herb that Bailey had never seen before, and packed it into a pipe. âYou donât mind, do you?â he asked. He didnât wait for Bailey to respond. Within seconds, the professor was surrounded by a sweet, slightly bitter-smelling smoke.
Baileyâs mouth itched and his throat was dry. âSir,â he said, âI read something before I came to Fairmount. Youâve helped people Awaken, havenât you? Youâre
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