“Kavanagh,” Joey confirmed, eyes sharp and searching. “How do you know the guy?” “He goes to Tommen,” I explained, grateful for the semidarkness so my brother couldn’t see how red my face had turned. “He’s, uh, in fifth year, I think?” I know. “And I’ve seen him a few times at school. He’s the one who knocked me out on my first day.” Joey’s head snapped toward me. “It was Kavanagh who knocked you out?” “It was an accident.”
