“Yes,” Miss Kwan frowned, “that sounds entirely likely. Everyone here is on first warning.
One more problem today, and that’s detention for all of you.” “Yes, Miss,” Harry said brightly, with Anton and Sully mumbling the same.
They trudged off back to lessons, Conor following in step a metre behind.
“A moment please, Conor,” Miss Kwan said. He stopped and turned to her but didn’t look up at her face.
“Are you sure everything’s all right between you and those boys?”
Miss Kwan said, putting her voice into its “kindly” mode, which was only slightly less scary than full-on shouting.
“Yes, Miss,” Conor said, still not looking at her. “Because I’m not blind to how Harry works, you know,” she said.
“A bully with charisma and top marks is still a bully.” She sighed, annoyed.
He’ll probably end up Prime Minister one day. God help us all.”
Conor said nothing, and the silence took on a particular quality, one he was familiar with,
caused by how Miss Kwan’s body shifted forward, her shoulders dropping, her head leaning down towards Conor’s.
He knew what was coming. He knew and hated it. “I can’t imagine what you must be going through, Conor,” Miss Kwan said,
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