“You’re bleeding, O’Malley,” Harry said, calmly ignoring Lily.
Conor put his hand up to his mouth too late to catch a bit of blood coming out of the corner.
“He’ll have to get his baldy mother to kiss it better for him!” Sully crowed.
Conor’s stomach contracted to a ball of fire, like a little sun burning him up from the inside, but before he could react, Lily did.
With a cry of outrage, she pushed an astonished Sully into the shrubbery, toppling him all the way over.
“Lillian Andrews!” came the voice of doom from halfway across the yard. They froze.
Even Sully paused in the act of getting up. Miss Kwan, their Head of Year, was storming over to them,
her scariest frown burnt into her face like a scar. “They started it, Miss,” Lily said, already defending herself.
“I don’t want to hear it,” Miss Kwan said. “Are you all right, Sullivan?”
Sully shot a quick glance at Lily, then got a pained look across his face. “I don’t know, Miss,” he said.
“I might need to go home.” “Don’t milk it,” Miss Kwan said. “To my office, Lillian.”
“But Miss, they were–” “Now, Lillian.” “They were making fun of Conor’s mother!”
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