People were freaked out, but they showed it in weird ways. Back home, people would have been weeping and doing a lot of very public group hugs. At Wexford people just aggressively pretended nothing had happened.

English rain feels obligatory, like paperwork. It dampens already damn days and slicks the stones.

I realize Jubilee is a bit of a stripper name. You probably think I have heard the call of the pole.

Prefects. I had learned this one. Student council types, but with superpowers. They who must be obeyed.

There is no normal. I've never met a normal person. The concept is flawed. It implies that there is only one way people are supposed to be, and that can't possible be true. Human experience is far too varied.

because talent alone doesn't make an artist

She wasn't only gay, she was a gay elf.