I held Highspell’s stare. I wasn’t a fool. I wasn’t going to waste my breath on defiant outbursts which would only land me in detention, or worse. This game we were playing wasn’t worth risking for petty pride, so I dropped my eyes to the desk before me in what Highspell would assume was submission, or shame over my Order, or whatever the fuck else she cared to believe, and I bit down on my tongue so hard that it bled.
