Both girls are speechless, so I carry on.
“I’m sure you remember what she was saying,
now when was it?
Was it really just two days ago?
Something about girls making sure that if they were allowed out for an evening it was really important they got back before curfew?
And didn’t she mention any girl failing to get back in time being severely dealt with,
and not being allowed out again?
Am I not correct?”
“Go ahead, if you really want to, Clare,” Sara says boldly.
“She can’t expel us, suspend us or stop Anthea from being a prefect.”
“True, but she could give you lots of Saturday detentions,
extra duties and checks to make sure you were where you were supposed to be, and of course no evenings out again.
Doesn’t sound terribly pleasant to me.”