“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you two were lying.” Ryan sang the last part of his sentence. I half-expected him to push and prod for the truth, but he seemed to realise it was private and I was pleasantly surprised at his politeness.
“Stop poking around, Ryan. You won’t find anything,” said Rowan dryly. I looked up from the beige depths of my tea to see Rowan glaring at his twin from across the table and I frowned.
“Am I missing something?” I asked, placing my cup down.
“Nothing,” the pair of them said at the same time. I shook my head, my lips thin.
“You two are weird.”
We sank into a peaceful silence. I had found out pretty fast that Ryan loved the quiet as much as his twin and could create a silent atmosphere as fast at his brother.
Ryan was the first to break our quiet space, with some quite jarring news. “It’s parent visits this weekend.”
Rowan stiffened next to me, and the pair of them shared this really intense look. I desperately wanted to know what it was all about but I knew I would probably find out eventually, so my eagerness subsided a little.
“And they’re coming?” Rowan said in a tight voice.
“You know they never miss a visit, Ann.”
I looked at Rowan, feeling worried. His hands were clenched into fists, skin pulled taught over his knuckles and his expression was masterfully blank, matching what his voice had sounded like perfectly.
“Well, you can always say you’re ill,” I suggested and the pair of them shot me equally withering looks so I just sank back down and sipped at my lukewarm tea. Ryan sighed and stood up, raising his hands above his head in a catlike stretch.
“I’m going to class, I’ll see you two dorks later,” he ruffled my hair as he walked past and I loathed his condescending attitude towards me.
“We should probably head off too,” I said quietly, placing what I hoped was a comforting hand on his shoulder. Rowan nodded, smiling at me. I didn’t like the fact he was upset and there was nothing I could do to help.
“What do we have first?” I asked once we’d started walking, leaving the dining hall behind us.
“English,” he said, swinging his arm through the other strap on his rucksack. We veered off to the left so we could enter the older section of the school, where the library and English rooms resided. I kept on sneaking glances at Rowan as he walked up the steep steps to the top floor. His minor internal freakout from the canteen didn’t seem to be affecting him at all now. But I knew all too well that he was an excellent actor and could hide away behind a perfectly cheerful mask more easily and breathing.
We reached the English room and went inside. We were the first to arrive and the lights weren’t even turned on. I flipped the switch, walking towards mine and Rowan’s table at the front of the class. I placed my belongings neatly in the corner of my desk but didn’t get out my pen or open my book for fear of my newly emerged telekinesis making an appearance.
Rowan didn’t miss a thing, and pulled out his chair to sit next to me. “You know you’ll have to go to the Head.” He said gently, “you’ll have to be put into training sessions. Mr Mac isn’t allowed to keep it a secret.”
“I know, I know,” I sighed. “It’s just weird.”
“Yeah, I remember when I found out about mine. I was kind of excited, but still absolutely shitting myself.” He smiled fondly at the memory.
“What can you do?” I asked, realising that I didn’t actually know.