But Am I Clever And Right Or

Maybe I Want A Black Eye. Did You Think Of That?

Mr. Branwell And Mr. Carstairs Seem To Have No Problem Cleaning Their Boots,” Sophie Said, Looking Darkly From Will To Tessa. “perhaps You Could Learn From Their Example.” “perhaps,” Said Will. “but I Doubt It.” Sophie Scowled, And Started Off Along The Corridor Again, Her Shoulders Tightly Set With Indignation. Tessa Looked At Will In Amazement. “what Was That?” Will Shrugged Lazily. “sophie Enjoys Pretending She Doesn’t Like Me.” “doesn’t Like You? She Hates You!

If Only Simon Were Here. He Could Probably Bore You To Sleep.

Beautiful. He'd Called Her Beautiful. Nobody Had Ever Called Her That Before, Except Her Mother, Which Didn't Count. Mothers Were Required To Think You Were Beautiful.

You Serve A Greater Cause. Your Life Is Not Yours To Throw Away (magnus Bane)