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I
t looked as if someone had started a small fire in a prison
block. Only the prison was actually part of the student
residence for Sheffield University. J-block, Catterick Hall,
to be precise. Smoke wafted gently from one of the upper
windows, wispy fingers caressing the bright October sky . . .
and clawing at the lungs of anyone unlucky enough to be
standing downwind. J-block had been evacuated, and
a Saturday-afternoon assortment of first-year students
littered the quad. Those still dressed in pajamas and
bathrobes mixed with those already preparing for the night
ahead—party clothes on, hair half-styled, and makeup in
the experimental stage. In the midst of this lackluster chaos
stood Susan Ptolemy, Daisy Wooton, and Esther de Groot.
The three were a mix and mismatch of aesthetics. Daisy’s
clothes were as bright and colorful as Esther’s were dark
and macabre. Susan’s preference for function over fashion
gave her the look of a stray dog that had been shoved inside
some comfy jeans and a tattered checked shirt. The three
friends were, nonetheless, united in their focus.
While everyone else on the quad was likely speculating
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“Who was that you were talking to?” Esther began her inter-
rogation before Daisy had even set the drinks down. If it
hadn’t been for Susan restraining her, she’d have barged up
to the bar already.
“Jonathan.”
“And what were his intentions?”
“To put up a poster advertising the Activities Fair.”
But Esther waved this answer away. “I meant his inten-
tions toward you.”
“I don’t think he had any.” Sitting down next to her on
the sofa, Daisy adjusted her cardigan, which had slid off
Esther’s knees and exposed goose-bumped porcelain skin.
“Oh. Well. Good. I didn’t like the cut of his jib.”
“I’m surprised. Thought a basic model like that would
have you wooed from fifty paces, Es,” Susan chipped in.
Ignoring her (even though Esther did have a fondness for
boys at the blander end of the spectrum), Esther continued,
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