Fifteen minutes to go. That"s all the time I have left until I sit in front of the Dean and try and convince him that I"m not guilty of the destruction in the library. The recording device feels like it"s burning a hole in my pocket. What felt like enough to save me while I was recording it yesterday, no longer feels like it will. We tricked Emma, maybe that will count against me.
I try not to think about that too much, right now is not the time to let panic overtake me.
"Erm, Daphne?" Bradley asks.
"Hmm?"
"You have whiskers."
My hands fly to my nose, feeling the long wiry whiskers protruding from it. My eyes widen and the panic surges, threatening to finish the job the whole situation has already started.
"Do I have anything else?" I ask him. I don"t feel like I have a tail or ears,
