~ Nicholas Murray Butler
Tuesday, February 13th ~ Morning
She'd put off the interview she needed to have with Minerva for a day and her time was running out.
Who am I kidding.
I don't know my own mind, so how in the hell am I supposed to help anyone else find out what's rolling around in theirs?
London is safe. I'll go back to - doing what I did before.
"And hate every minute of it," Anne said with a sigh as she sat down in a chair and looked around the office that had been hers for such a short time. It hadn't take long to box up the things that she'd be taking with her.
"It was fun?" she questioned the quiet air around her before she rose and headed toward the stairway that would take her to the headmistress' office.