For a moment it was almost as if they were at school again, sitting in a quiet common room just chatting, Fallon’s head on her needs and Malou nestled into a corner of the couch. A soft smile crossed her lips at the memory as she put a hand on Fallon’s head.

“I should think not.” Malou said gently. “I doubt he likes being angry with you either.” She added thinking of the reply he had written to her. Hopefully this time it would be clear sailing for Fallon and Mr. Hatchitt.