“Crisa,” SJ squeaked.
Daisy took a step forward. “Why you little—”
“Daisy . . .” Lenore interrupted, completely unfazed. “Why don’t you go sign yourself up for our People Skills seminar next week? There are fliers in the level eight common room. I can handle things on my own from here.”
Daisy’s eyebrows crinkled as she gestured at me. “But she—”
“Is a guest here,” Lenore responded, eyeing me. “And a particularly interesting one at that. So go, now, before I demote you back to the accounts payable department.”
With a nervous look and an irritated huff, Daisy removed a silvery bracelet from her wrist. The second she did, it transformed into a wand like Debbie’s, and like mine. With two waves of the wand, the door behind us opened and Daisy dematerialized into a ball of lime green sparkl
