Ciaran shoved his hands in his pockets as he headed downstairs. It was only Monday and he was already sick classes. He was sick of detention too, and he still had almost the full week of it to go.

Fucking Burford.

Perhaps the only silver lining here was that enemies of enemies were friends, and that red-headed girl who had seemed to think that it was her right to break things up was definitely on the enemies list now.

She was on Emilie's list of enemies too, which was the reason why he was going over to see her now.

Well, it was the main reason anyway.

The common room stood between the dormitory stairs and the door. Ciaran stared straight ahead to where he was going, ignoring the sideways glances and the ever so audible sound of people whispering.

Yeah yeah, serial killer passing though. Surely this was old news by now.