Chapter Twelve
The sun lights up the gardens of the academy more than it should do this time of year. It's warmer than it should be too, which seems to have brought everyone else outside too.
"The kittens would love this," Daphne observes, leaning back and letting the sunlight hit her face.
"They would. But we're still not sure if I'm allowed them here. The last thing we need is for them to get taken away from me." Especially now I'm becoming attached to the creatures. Rhubarb is by far the one who has the biggest hold on my heart, though. He's the right combination of boisterous and cute.
"I'm sure it's fine. We're witches. Cats come with the job description."
A snort escapes me. "Thomas said the same thing the day we met."
"How is your fling with a teacher?"
"He's not a teacher, a
