The polished mahogany of the refectory table was cool under her elbows. Cecilia had claimed a relatively quiet corner, guessing it was her usual spot for lunchtime anyway knowing this world was a mirror of the real one.
Clattering trays, shrieking gossip, blah, blah, blah. It wasn't all that quiet, in the end…
She was midway through dismantling a roast beef and horseradish sandwich when the shadow fell over her.
"Now, tell me what the fuck was that."
Cecilia paused, a bite of sandwich halfway to her mouth. She blinked slowly, her mind cycling through a dozen potential 'that's. The hallway spectacle? The new transfer student? The morning's classroom drama?
All that, before settling on the most likely culprit. She closed her mouth, set the sandwich down, and leveled a flat glare at the woman now thudding into the seat opposite her.
Princess Angela's black hair was a touch wilder than usual since she'd been raking her hands through it.
