|It was still dark when my “uncle” Adam dropped by the school for a visit. The sense of an Immortal woke me, and I went to the window, hoping it was him and not... him. When the moonlight proved me right, I slipped out onto the balcony and down to join him. |
“Should you be walking around in your nightdress?” he asked reprovingly.
“I’m hardly going to catch my death of cold,” I pointed out.
We walked a little way from the school, so as to avoid waking anyone. I had no wish to be caught out of bed and out of bounds. I was trying to be a model schoolgirl, after all.
“Has... anyone visited you?” I asked.
He shook his head. “No, still as quiet as ever. I think you picked a good hideout after all. But that’s not why I came.”
“Oh, you had a reason beyond saying hello?”
“I thought you’d be interested to know what kind of reports you’re getting. I am your uncle after all, so Dr. Russell feels I should be told when the head is worried about you.”
“Worried? About me? Because I can’t do maths?” I was outraged.
He chuckled. “It’s not about the maths. But I’m sure they’ll give you extra coaching if it’s that difficult.”
I gave him my deadliest glare.
“No, they’re concerned because you’re so serious all the time. You don’t seem to be able to have fun.”
“You’re supposed to be – what, seventeen?”
“Fifteen,” I confessed, having subtracted a little just in case I ended up liking it here and wanting to stay longer.
“Well, work on it,” he advised. “Even I have fun sometimes, and I’m a lot older than you.”
“How do you know? Just because you look it –“
“I’ve yet to meet someone older than I am,” he confessed. He leaned close and whispered a four-digit number in my ear, one that made me gasp.
We had turned as we strolled, and now arrived back below the balcony.
“I’ll do my best,” I promised. “Thanks.”
He boosted me back up and I climbed inside, glad to get back into a warm bed. I didn’t fall asleep, but instead thought about what Adam had said and about not being too serious, until the rising bell went.