***Freya***
“Wow, it’s not like you to be late for class,” I mutter as Ella slips through the door just before Mr. Swithun shuts it.
“I got a little delayed,” she whispers, hastily pulling out her tablet. I notice the faint flush on her chest and snort.
“Well, looks like you enjoyed that delay,” I tease.
Ella goes crimson just as Mr. Swithun starts the lesson.
“Today, we’ll introduce the immense topic of DNA - including how we inherit traits from our parents- before covering it in detail after half-term,” he announces.
Ella groans.
“Oh, great. Just the topic I wanted to learn about right now.”
Two mentally draining hours later, we finally get a break before lunch.
“I really need to get my ski gear tomorrow,” Ella says absentmindedly as we lounge in the atrium, sipping fizzy drink
