I sat down on my bed, trying to catch my breath, as Jenna opened the door. The Vandy stood there, glaring at us, and my heart plummeted. They knew. They’d sensed magic happening in here, and now they’d sent the Vandy to come collect us.
I sat there, trying not to pant in terror, while Jenna openly trembled.
“You were told to report to the greenhouse,” the Vandy said, her eyes going back and forth between us. “Now, get your skinny butts down there.”
You know when you have the most inappropriate reaction to something ever? I was so happy that we weren’t being hauled off to be murdered that I burst out laughing. I mean, big, loud, honking laughter. Jenna shot me a panicked look as the Vandy’s scowl got even darker. “What’s so funny, Miss Mercer?”
I stood up on wobbly legs and did my best to stop cracking up. “Sorry, it’s just, um…”
“You said ‘butts,’” Jenna blurted out. “And Sophie’s got a really immature sense of humor.”
“Right,” I said, seizing on that. “Butts. Ha ha!”
I think if the Vandy could have murdered us right then and there, she probably would have. Instead she just thrust one finger toward the staircase and said, “Move it.”
We scrambled from the room.

Author: Rachel Hawkins