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“I thought you might say that.” Harrow seemed completely unperturbed. Why would I want to enter an extracurricular contest with you?” “Pretty much the best thing about having a single this year is only ever having to see you in class. No, I want you to enter with me.” She looked expectantly at Gideon, as if this were a perfectly normal request to make of your estranged former roommate. “And you want me to what? Beat them up if they don’t withdraw?” He’s signed up for the scene competition. “That would be a viable solution if he were entering the monologue contest. Harrow huffed disapprovingly but-shockingly-did. “So, Silas Octakiseron is a narrow-minded religious lunatic who, while not utterly devoid of talent-“ “Silas Octakiseron put his name down for the John Gaius Scholarship Award.” “We have a situation.” Harrow steepled her fingers portentously. Her freshman year roommate and total fucking nemesis, Harrowhark Nonagesimus, glared up at her from behind her usual metric ton of eyeliner.

She threw down the bags and sandwich, snagged the boot, jammed it on, reshouldered the bags, grabbed the sandwich, and yanked open the door. More like a small herd of prey animals stampeding. Okay, she had her backpack, she had her fencing bag, she had a sandwich to eat on the way, she had her left boot-where was the right one? When the trouble started, Gideon was running late for class-and Stage Combat 301 with Aiglamene Drearburh was not something to be late to, unless you wanted to spend the entire class period doing burpees while everyone else practiced fancy rapier tricks-when someone rapped on her door. In fact, if someone had told Gideon that in the first week of October, she would not only voluntarily agree to help Harrowhark Nonagesimus, but also spend hours poring over a crumbling book, actually learn how to scan iambic pentameter, teach her nemesis how to throw a punch, and suffer a devastating personal revelation, she would have laughed in their face. It was supposed to contain the same straightforward mix of classes, rehearsal, and homework-leavened with healthy portions of chilling with her best bros, Cam and Pal, and flirting hopefully and indiscriminately with Dulcinea Septimus and Coronabeth Tridentarius-that had characterized the last week of September. The first week of October wasn’t supposed to be ominous, particularly now that Gideon Nav had a single room and could decorate as she pleased.