"He cut off as a quiet knock echoed through the room. Fitch cocked his head, then stood. 'Now, who . . .Oh yes. The other student.'
Joel hesitated. 'It’s not…'
He trailed off as Fitch pulled open the door. Sure enough, the red-curled Melody stood outside, wear her white skirt. She’d traded her grey sweater for a short-sleeved, buttoned blouse. She was actually kind of pretty—she had nice eyes, at least.
'I'm here,' she announced with a loud voice. 'Let the flogging commence!'
Too bad she was crazy.
'Flogging?' Fitch said. 'My dear, are you well?'"
From The Rithmatist by Brandon Sanderson
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