She’d almost certainly have lost her prefect status, and that would have been just the start of it.
I smile in acknowledgment of her gratitude.
“My pleasure, Anthea.”
“I don’t think you should be too grateful until you’ve heard just what she has got planned for us, Anthea.” Sara cautions.
“It might make a visit to Willie Hargreaves seem positively enchanting.”
“You know me too well, Sara.” I smile again.
Anthea doesn’t look very happy.
“Come on, out with it.” Sara prompts me.
“Well, I’m afraid you’re going to have your botties smacked, girls.
After all, staying out until two-thirty in the morning is pushing it a bit.”
“Absolutely not!” Sara exclaims.
“No, no way.” Anthea agrees.
“Well, it’s your choice of course, girls.
But whilst, I might have ruled out our dear headmaster I most certainly haven’t ruled out our housemistress and deputy head, Miss Eliza Stone.”