So, that sucked,” I said, trying to sound as jovial as possible. “Side effect of dating in the magical world, I guess.”
He made a sound of amusement, his shoulders jerking slightly. But he still didn’t look at me. “You think those guys ever had these kinds of problems?” he asked, nodding toward the picture. It was the one depicting the very first class at Hecate Hall, back in 1903. There had only been a few students that year, back when the school hadn’t been used for punishment but as a kind of safe house.
“Probably,” I said. “That chick in the straw hat seems kind of skanky.

Auteur: Rachel Hawkins