I wonder if they’ve been drinking alcohol.
That’s a real no-no.
Oh, if only they’ve been drinking alcohol!
Then I’ve really got them.
They’ve stopped.
Let’s see, that’s – that’s Anthea Rawlings door.
She’s a prefect too!
It can’t be, but it is!
The door’s open now, and Anthea is just about to go inside.
“Good evening girls.
A pleasant evening out, was it?”
I say brightly as I walk up to them.
“Who’s that?”
Anthea asks, peering into the darkness.
“Who do you think?
Clare Penhaligon, no less.” Sara answers.
“Shall we go into your room, Anthea, or shall we wake the whole school up?”
I can hardly contain my glee.