Her lips were pink and moist and her even white teeth gleamed magnificently when she smiled. Her eyes were mysteriously deep and friendly — one just melted into them. I’d seen more than one fifth-former begin to cry simply because she glared at him with disapproval. I was horribly embarrassed at her finding me here. This was the last place on earth I’d want to meet Miss Craven. Her opinion of me, if she even had one prior to this moment, must be extremely low. I flushed and bowed my head. “I-I’m waiting for the Head, Miss,” I whispered, to ashamed to look at her. The woman shut the door firmly behind her.

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