The godawful irony was that Fisher had planned to take Supernatural History as part of her Advanced load. She’d even eyed Dragonology as an elective before.
Before, before, before - it’d had become such a terrible word, that one.
“You should not lie to children. It makes us grow up strange and marry badly.” Fisher pinched another Technicolor bit of cereal and examined at it with medical scrutiny. Seemingly displeased with what she saw, she let it drop back into the bowl.
“You wouldn’t like me as a student,” she said in German. There was no worry about being misunderstood; Hartley spoke more languages than Interpol. “Maybe even more than you didn’t like the checkers tournament.”
Admittedly it had been a version of strip checkers, one that had required players to put on more clothing with each loss. Unfortunately, Fisher hadn’t factored in adopting the strategy of starting out the game with as little clothing as possible in order to gain an advantage.
“I’m rather enjoying being tolerated. Why upset our elegant arrangement?”