Fifth Year
Fifth Year“Yeeha!” Perry crowed from the classroom doorway. “We are so gonna dominate this year.” He weaved between the desks and dropped into the chair in front of Gemma. At the front of the classroom, Saskia muttered something unpleasant as she removed her textbooks from her bag. She didn’t appreciate people not taking lessons or training seriously—which was pretty much all the time where Perry was concerned.
“What was that, Sas?” Perry asked, draping his lanky frame across the chair and leaning sideways as if he hadn’t a care in the world. “Stick still up your butt? What a shame. It must be getting pretty uncomfortable after four years. Or has it been there your entire life?”
Saskia turned to face him and, with utter calm, said, “I will stab you in the face, Peregrine.”
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