When Cassidy finally looked up, he noticed Deirdre sitting across from him. Still a bit flustered, he gave her a silent nod, and received one in return. He’d never really talked to her before, and Cass considered himself quite bad at initiating conversations with new people. So as she turned her attention back to her own world, he did the same, opening Sybil’s cage and giving her a scratch at the back of her neck.
He’d barely closed the cage and turned to face forward again when, like a typhoon of bubbling joy to a placid lake of morose silence, Rose entered the car. Stumbling over the threshold followed Forster, his wrist firmly held, and subsequently tugged, by the enthusiastic Ravenclaw...Read More