Spook thought she must have been seeing things when she saw Del perched on the edge of a table. She rubbed her eyes and blinked, utterly confused.
"How did you... are you a ninja?" Spook asked suspiciously. Del giggled.
"Nah, I just saw the door through the kitchen."
"Oh." said Spook, flushing crimson with embarrassment. "Right. I forgot about that."
"BISCUITS!" came a yelp from the back. Spook turned to find Pip dragging the trolley through the pantry doors, grinning from ear to ear. She laughed and pulled open the door so the smaller girl could get the enormous unwieldy trolley through.
"I must have toast!" Fleur declared, pulling two pieces of bread from the bag and marching off to the toaster.
Spook picked out a handful of biscuits - her favourites, chocolate Bourbons - and arranged herself inelegantly on the edge of a table, long legs twisting around each other like demented vines. Del joined her, her own handful of biscuits in hand.
"So," said Spook, swallowing a mouthful of Bourbon. "Got any questions about this place? Lessons, sport, teachers ... any question at all?"
"Yeah," added Sara. "There's no question too stupid to ask."
"That's because Spook's asked them all already." replied Pip, grinning. She had been in charge of keeping Spook in line when she'd first arrived at the school three years ago and was more than familiar with the girl's strangeness.
"Ouch!" Spook looked affronted, but ruffled Pip's hair anyway, much to the girl's annoyance. "But back to the point, is there any way we could help you make your new life in Crazyville more ... manageable?"