Ding ding ding!
I have phoned Claire. She informs me that Memnoch is just as evil as he ever was. A bead of sweat dribbles into my ear. I'm warming up. Will my first class back be some kind of test? Will he be harder, softer? Will he treat me differently? Will I always be 'the girl who sort of got knocked out and then spoke in tongue for a few days?'
Eeeeep... only fifty-eight minutes left. Will he over compensate by putting me up against the Canadian? Will he put me up against Claire? What might the evil one do?
I'm not nervous, I'm not nervous at all.