He sensed rather than saw the Headmistress lean forward. She was older than Miss Kwan. And somehow twice as scary.
“You put him in hospital, Conor,” she said. “You broke his arm, his nose, and I’ll bet his teeth are never going to look that pretty again.
His parents are threatening to sue the school and file charges against you.”
Conor looked up at that. “They were a little hysterical, Conor,” Miss Kwan said behind him, “and I don’t blame them.
I explained what’s been going on, though. That he had been regularly bullying you and that your circumstances were … special.”
Conor winced at the word. “It was actually the bullying part that scared them off,” Miss Kwan said, scorn in her voice.
“Doesn’t look good to prospective universities these days, apparently, accusations of bullying.”
“But that’s not the point!” the Headmistress said, so loud she made both Conor and Miss Kwan jump.
“I can’t even make sense of what actually happened.” She looked at some papers on her desk, reports from teachers and other students, Conor guessed.
“I’m not even sure how one boy could have caused so much damage by himself.”
Conor had felt what the monster was doing to Harry, felt it in his own hands.
When the monster gripped Harry’s shirt, Conor felt the material against his own palms.
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