"Oh, yes, we were doing that for the last five weeks of last year, at my old school. Yes, I'm quite good at the Second World War. I've read lots of books about it." Del paused. "I'm part Jewish, you know," she added.

"You look it," said Spook quietly. "And your middle name is Jewish, isn't it?" Del was startled, until she remembered that Spook knew her from Facebook as well, and so of course would know all of her name.

"Yes, it is," she replied. The teacher coughed for attention and they looked up. "Sorry, miss," said Del hurriedly. "We just got a little sidetracked."

"You call that sidetracked?" said Ms Francis, smiling. "You should hear some of Spook's conversations on normal days. Not that any day is normal when Spook's involved." She shook her head, and continued handing out textbooks. "Oh, well, it looks like you'll get on fine. Let me know if you have any difficulty. I know it's hard being in the year above."

"How do you know about that?" asked Del frankly.

"I hear things and I see things," replied Ms Francis mysteriously. "The other teachers know as well, I think, but they're just ignoring it, so that you don't feel like the odd one out. But you know, you'll never be the odd one out if Spook's in the room."

"Oh, thanks!" replied Spook. She didn't mind really, though, because Ms Francis was a relatively good teacher and she liked the subject.

"You're welcome," responded Ms Francis.

The class passed quickly and then they left the room, Del and Spook dragging behind, deep in conversation. "I don't see how you can even think of saying that," Del was arguing. "I know the Dagda felt remorse, but he's still essentially evil. And I definitely wouldn't call him weak."

"That's ridiculous," Spook was saying. "He felt remorse, therefore he's weak. Now the pooka, it's a different matter..."

Such are the conversations of two young authors.

The End

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