Subconsciously, Miss Hopton had begun twirling a strand of her hair around her fingers, lips pursed in a mixture of impatience and boredom. Not even the thought of buttered dinner rolls could appease her. Finally brushing her hair away from her face, she turned to Raiden "Please tell me the Headmistress is about to make her speech."

Shutting her eyes, she placed one finger over lips. She could almost taste the rosemary chicken in her mouth. "I'm a growing girl I shouldn't be allowed to wait so long for nourishment."

Where was Davis when you really needed him?