Hesper was sure she was turning a vibrant shade of pink as the professor brought the class' attention to her. "Thank you, Professor," she replied, her voice almost so quiet as to be inaudible. Yes, it was technically for a good reason (unlike Mr. Fletcher) but she didn't fancy having every working class student in the room take a disliking to her. It wasn't as though she was trying to show off!
The color drained from her face as she was transfixed by the sight of Mr. Fletcher's food freefalling from his mouth like an owl regurgitating a pellet of vole bits. She felt vaguely nauseated by the sight and yet still couldn't immediately tear her eyes away. He was grotesque! Horrified as she was, she felt a tug of envy too at how blithe he was having been asked to leave the classroom.
The arrival of the dessert course tugged her attention back to the class. Hesper went about acquiring for herself a cup of tea and dainty helping of cake. This time she tried even harder not to look at her classmates. "The cake is quite pleasant," she remarked in Linnet's direction. After everything that had happened since the professor had intervened Hesper had forgotten entirely that she had yet to answer her earlier question.
The color drained from her face as she was transfixed by the sight of Mr. Fletcher's food freefalling from his mouth like an owl regurgitating a pellet of vole bits. She felt vaguely nauseated by the sight and yet still couldn't immediately tear her eyes away. He was grotesque! Horrified as she was, she felt a tug of envy too at how blithe he was having been asked to leave the classroom.
The arrival of the dessert course tugged her attention back to the class. Hesper went about acquiring for herself a cup of tea and dainty helping of cake. This time she tried even harder not to look at her classmates. "The cake is quite pleasant," she remarked in Linnet's direction. After everything that had happened since the professor had intervened Hesper had forgotten entirely that she had yet to answer her earlier question.
