It was the last week, and exams were done. Violet knew that most of the Blue House had already packed up and gone home, though she did not know if that was part of their school package or if they just did not care. She felt nice to have such empty classrooms and halls, nobody tripping her or throwing spitballs at her.
There was a vague feeling niggling at the edge of her consciousness. It was Carl Johnson. She could sense him, just faintly. If she concentrated, she could pick up his emotions. It was an annoyance, mostly, and a little bit of relief. Violet knew that he had spoken to his mother and that she was pleased with how the situation had been resolved, so he was probably relieved about that.
Tiara seemed worried about her and kept popping up unexpectedly to check on her. Violet su
