"I'm sorry, Headmistress Millington." He smiled warmly down the hall, all innocence and charm. A real smooth guy, this one, but I was onto all of his tricks. "I must've misunderstood."
Clipped footsteps rushed toward us, the same ones I'd grown accustomed to. "There's not a whole lot to misunderstand about the words 'don't do that.' You requested to come down here with me as a show of support for Dawn, and you couldn't wait the few minutes while I spoke with a student?"
"I'm so sorry about that, Headmistress. It'll never happen again. Mom says I have selective hearing, but I'm trying to work on it."
Lies.
Still, though, I scooped up the crystal ball by my boot and slipped it into my pocket.
Ramsey caught the movement and smiled crookedly.
When the headmistress stopped in front of my
