Amber's locker was mostly a miniature dressing room. The door was weighed down by a big mirror, and the shelves contained perfume, about five different shades of lipstick, spare mascara, a sequined shrug for sudden cold snaps, a different sequined shrug in case the other one didn't go with her outfit for the day, a mohair scarf, a neck scarf, a pair of ballerina flats in case heels became too much, half a box of condoms, a squashed beret, and an umbrella.

Oh, and her school books.

Given that she only carried around the teeniest of bags, she had to visit her locker between every class to change books for different subjects. On the one hand, it was a pain in the ass, but on the other it was a surefire way to keep looking perfect the whole day long. It also usually made her the last in the locker hall, but not today. Today dearest Future-Serial-Killer was there too.

She moved to his side so quickly it was almost as if she had Apparated. "So you're pretty good at Latin, huh?"