With her attention directed down to her text book and making the preliminary organizational notes (symbol key, heading, etc), Cora couldn't suppress the grin that was tugging at her lips again. Surely no one would care if Miss Doe went to Pendergast's unless it was Cora finding out Miss Doe was to be her room mate there.

Perish the thought. She'd rather drink bubotuber puss before rooming with Miss Doe. "Some just aren't cut out for that life, either." Her dark eyes slid over to Doe and her posse in a sidelong glance. "Nor should they be."