Shady

“You can’t talk about what you don’t know,” she said, giving him a pointed look. Hopefully he’d know who she was referring to without her having to spell it out. ...

(Okay that’s what I was thinking as well) “Like… non-rich people,” he said, not sure how to define ordinary. “Would I possibly have one? Or one of the girls’ da’s?”

“I… don’t know,” she admitted, blushing profusely. She glanced at Septimus. “…please?”

(12 or 13 if we count Talia repeating the “sort of?” Lol) “I’m so confused…” Ky said after a moment. Talia nodded in agreement. “… do ordinary people have them?” ...

Ky timidly glanced up and looked between them. She hated this. A lot. “…he says him being here won’t interfere, because he can’t tell anyone alive.” He could tell Michael, ...

“Sit at?” Ky asked.

She flinched. “…he said no.”

“… so it’s something you sit on?” Rifkin asked.

Ky grimaced again and shook her head slightly, not looking up. She didn’t want to translate that.

Ky grimaced and stared at her knees, chest tight with anxiety. Should she have lied? What else could she have done? She blinked rapidly, wishing with everything within her that ...

Ky glanced at Zander, and he nodded in confirmation. “…oh.” She glanced at Septimus, then at Gaius with a small grimace. “Your father.” She gestured at him.

She furrowed her brow. “Sort of?”

Ky glanced at Gaius, then Zander. Was he crazy? She couldn’t talk about ghosts in front of other people. And she certainly couldn’t tell Tomhas his father was in the ...

“Is it furniture?” Talia asked.

“You act like you’re twelve,” she commented, pausing to pick up an inch worm on her knuckle.