“Which one? The one you’re thinking of!” Ferb Pascall gnashed his teeth.
Isabelle, settled on the sofa, was brewing tea with the principal’s fancy tea set.
George plopped down across from her, saying, “I’m flattered you remembered me over such a trivial thing.”
He grabbed the teapot from Isabelle, poured a cup, and handed it to her first.
Accepting the tea, Isabelle was about to sip when she glanced at Magnus at the desk. She held the tea, giving him a look as if to ask if he wanted some.
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