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she’ll recover.”
    “Yes, of course.”
    “Anyway, we could ask Christabel what it’s all about.”
    “She won’t tell you anything she doesn’t want to,” Jason said.
    “Maybe she’s changed,” I said cheerfully. Christabel was coming into the breakfast hall just then, rather late. On her way to the buffet she made a big detour so she wouldn’t pass anywhere near our table.
    “That’s strange,” Melinda said, watching her. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s afraid of us.”
    I gave up on the muesli and reached for an apple instead. As I bit into it, Jason gave me a look that expressed his approval and love.
    “Fruits are very healthy.”
    “Enough already. I know they’re healthy.”
    I was actually thankful when it was time to go to class. Jason’s constant attentions were starting to creep me out. Yet if I hadn’t made that stupid birthday wish, Jason wouldn’t be under the influence of helpless passion. I was at least indirectly responsible for his pitiful state.
    If only I had my powers, I’d soon set everything to rights. Being merely human sucked.
     
    14
     
    We had some unexpected comedy in class. Ms Cowslip, our English teacher, asked Christabel if she loved Dickens, since her essay on Oliver Twist had been so insightful.
    “He’s a wordy old fart and I wouldn’t read his books if you paid me,” was Christabel’s reply.
    “Then how did you do your essay?” Ms Cowslip’s smile slipped.
    “I paid someone on the internet fifteen dollars to do it for me,” Christabel blithely replied, then paled as she realised what she’d said.
    “Is this a joke?” Ms Cowslip stared at Christabel, unable to cope with this gratuitous revelation.
    Christabel started to stutter. “Y-No-Y-No, it’s the truth.” She tried to overcome Hell’s command with all her will, but in the end hadn’t been able to.
    “Have you done this before?”
    “Oh, often, most of us do it.” Now Christabel was receiving furious glares from several other students. Hell and I exchanged grins.
    Ms Cowslip seemed stunned. After a hesitation, she announced, “I will inform Dr. Hollingsworth of this confession. He will decide on the appropriate steps.”
    For the rest of the class, she took care not to call on Christabel again.
    As soon as the bell rang, almost everyone converged on Christabel in a babble of angry and puzzled words. I ostentatiously ignored the scene, but couldn’t help overhearing some parts of the ensuing quarrel.
    “Are you crazy?”
    “If you tell them about my maths exam I’m going to kill you.”
    “What did you do that for, have you taken drugs?”
    “They may banish you from the school, and serve you right if they do. You should have said it was a joke.”
    “No, she should never have said anything in the first place.”
    “Chris, how could you?”
    To the latter question she replied, “I have to speak the truth.” That produced a nonplussed silence for a moment.
    “Who are you, and what have you done with Christabel?”
    “Are you going to go on like this?”
    “Yes.” Christabel looked at them with hostility, then threw Hell and me a quick glance of hatred and fear. Several of her clique left in disgust, and others threatened her with dire consequences if she didn’t shut up.
    Melinda was as puzzled as the rest. “What’s going on here?” she wondered, but fortunately didn’t realise that Hell and I could have answered her rhetorical question. “She must be taking drugs or something.”
    “Or something.” I remembered the scene with the bracelet the previous night, the way Christabel had smirked at me, certain I’d be thrown out of her school. She hadn’t felt a smidgen of pity for me. I saw no reason why I should feel any for her now.
    “Hey, Christabel,” I asked in a loud voice, across the room, “What do you really think of your friends?”
    “Well, Harriet is a fool who’ll do anything I say. Mary has no taste in clothes and will believe the most