At 7.30 a gong chimed, calling the students to breakfast, and as usual, the three girls were running late, thanks to Ailsa. They flew down corridors and jumped over obstacles, skidding to a halt outside the auditorium, which doubled up as a dining hall during meals. That was where the regularity stopped.
There were hardly any students there at all, twenty maybe, and not a teacher in sight, not even the Headmaster, Mr Killian. They all looked as confused as the next. The three girls from room 42 had noticed it was unusually quiet as they sped on their way, but had assumed everyone was already assembled.
“The heck?” Ailsa breathed.
“Where is everyone?” asked Lauren.
“What on earth is that?!” cried Natalie.
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