Morena listened patiently, rolling the end of her cigarette
against the ashtray, only the heel of her foot clicked impatiently against the
floor.
“That’s quite the request.” She pointed out, “If I ask how
often you go to classes, what sort of an answer would I get?”
Lottie gave a light shrug, keeping up manners was hard work after all, “If you don’t ask and all that jazz.” A wide smile spread over her face at the question, “I go to all my classes. Lord Oz would soon be on my case if I didn’t. I’m on top of all my coursework and I’ve done my homework for tomorrow.” Of course there was no need to mention the bit of bother she’d got into for leaving early at the summer, she had sorted it all out after all.