FOR THE REST OF THE morning and well into the afternoon, it was perfect. I got to meet some of the students and other staff members. I got to put away books and even read some of them. There were so many topics on so many things, I started to worry about not having the time to read as much as I wanted.
It was confronting, the way students responded to me when they found out who I was. Or more... what I was. The illegitimate daughter of the High Warlock. Their jaws practically dropped to the floor, then they side-stepped out of there. It was easy to ignore their low murmurs and judgmental stares by burying myself in all of the books.
But amidst the books I loved, and the quiet of the library, I couldn’t be stressed.
It was all too wonderful.
One of the head teachers told me I could have
