Winnie's jaw dropped, a dull flush creeping up to her hairline (bowline?). She just kneeew it. Daphne was the one to watch. The one to learn from. The mum that wasn't her mum that would serve as her mum while she was away from her mum. Ambition? PURPOSE!? These Winnifred Ferguson had in spades. She was to learn everything about society, about menfolk, about young romance calls, about mouth cells...this was not a task to be taken lightly. SHE MUST HAVE THIS BOOK.

"Where did you get it?" she asked nonchalantly. Or tried to ask nonchalantly.

Garret Crocker, not ever be here? But, he was a student here as well, surely. Confunding. Her eyes widened as Willie used her shoulder to right himself; she straightened her back to keep from falling out of her seat again. She scooted over on the bench to make room for a clearly agitated Willie. When Willie began to howl, she felt the old fear creep its way up her spine, and a bead of sweat gathered on her temple.

"It's-it's going to be all right, Willie, he can't have gone far," she said in her best consoling voice (despite it trembling with nerves). "Why don't you have a bite to eat and erm...relax?"