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service if you need me.”
    I can’t help but to feel a blush overtake me at his words. The only thing that would’ve made it better would’ve been if he had said, ‘As you wish.’
    He turns to leave. “Wait,” I say.
    He turns back around. “Yes, Miss?”
    “What is your name?”
    “My name, Miss?”
    It’s as if no one has ever asked him that before. I’m unable to look at him as I say, “Yes, in case I need your services.”
    I glance up to see him smile. “My name is Kearn.”
    “Kearn, thank you.”
    He turns again, and this time he leaves. I close the door and put a hand to my chest. I hope my heart doesn’t come out of it. He is so attractive with his English accent and his eyes.
    I look down at the box in my hand. The glass inside it glints in the light of the room. I’ll put the pieces back together somehow before I see Edgar again.
    Going into my room, I place the box on one of the white, cubed shelves with my books. It’ll be safe here. Leaving my room, I go into the bathroom. The massive size of it still overwhelms me. I don’t think I’ll ever need a bathroom this large. The tub is wide and deep enough to go swimming in, and the shower doubles as a sauna. The sink appears more like a fountain, and the mirror stretches across the wall. Like the rest of my place, it’s decorated in whites and pale gold.
    I stare at myself in the mirror and pull at my shirt, so plain compared to the extravagance of the school. Well, I look as good as I’m going to get.
    Putting on my old, black high-tops, I sit and wait for Horace to walk me down to the dining hall. I pull Enid’s card out of the pocket of my shirt and wait for her to assemble in the air.
    “How may I help you, Avalon?” she asks.
    “Please tell me about the other things you’re capable of doing.”
    “I can shape shift into a laptop for you, access the internet, act as a GPS and navigate you around the school here. I can also manage your schedule. If there is something you desire, I can have it ordered and shipped here, or I have a servant retrieve it for you. My looks and personality can be customized; do you wish to customize me now?”
    “You’re fine as you are.” I reach out and touch her. She feels like a human: her skin soft and warm. “What are you made of?”
    She cocks her head to the side. A deep voice comes through her. “That information is classified.”
    I frown. Well, that’s not suspicious. Another knock at my door. Has to be Horace this time. I hold out my hand, and Enid folds up. I place her back into the front pocket of my shirt. I open the door. “Ready to start your first day of school, Fire?” Dante asks. He leans against the frame of my door. The other boys stand behind him.
    “As ready as I’ll ever be.” I close the door behind me.
    “That’s as ready as anyone can ever be when it comes to school,” Triton says.
    We start walking. “Did you sleep well?” Amr asks. “I know I had problems getting used to a new room when I first got here.”
    I shrug. “I slept okay. It was waking up that was the hard part.” I rub my neck where a knot has formed from sleeping on the marble floor. I need to try to wake up after I change back, so I can sleep an hour or two in that bed.
    “I hear you. I wish school started at noon. I need at least ten hours of beauty sleep, and here I only get eight. They’re cruel, I tell you, cruel. How am I supposed be beautiful if I don’t get my beauty sleep?” Dante asks. He flips his dark hair over his shoulder.
    “You’d need more than ten hours of beauty sleep to repair your ugly face,” Amr says.
    Dante pouts and places a hand over his heart. “Your words cut me deep, Radcliffe.”
    “You’ll get over it,” Horace says, playing with something in his hands.
    “Do you see how I’m treated, Fire? It’s unjust.”
    I can’t help but to snicker at his antics. The Hands on the Orchard used to be the only ones who could make me laugh. At least, I now know I’ll