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"That doesn't change the law," I point out.

"True. But it does make it a bit restrictive."

"At least it isn't a couple of hundred years ago when I could have been tried for treason for breaking the secrecy laws," I mutter as I pull out the pan and set it on the burner.

"Exactly, look on the bright side."

I sigh. "Did I do anything else dumb last night?"

"Not that I'm aware of. We all just danced and had a good time."

"Hmm."

"Except for Dylan. He disappeared off with the girl he's sort-of-seeing."

"So he had the best time of us all," I quip. I pour the whisked eggs into the pan and start the process of scrambling them. I turn on the grill and slide in the steak.

"He might not, he makes it sound as if she has crazy eyes," Jeremy says.

"There's no such thing as crazy eyes."

He finishes making our tea and takes it over to the table. "Do you want anything else? I think I have some orange juice left."

"Oh, that'd be nice if you do." Somehow this is turning from a casual hangover breakfast between flatmates to something more.

I'm honestly not sure what to make of it, but I can't fully shake Michaela's words from last night. I know that we can't keep doing this.

I dish up our food and follow him over to the table, setting it down just as he finishes pouring us a couple of glasses of orange juice. I flash him a grateful smile and we sit down.

"What lecture do you have?" I ask.

"Supernaturals in the middle ages."

"I don't know if that sounds dreadfully boring, or fascinating."

He laughs lightly. "You'd be right on both. The lectures can be a bit dull, but when Professor Sherbs takes the seminars, you can see how much he cares about the subject, and then it's interesting."

"But not when he lectures on it?" I take a bite of steak and eggs, enjoying the savoury taste that'll get rid of any lingering effects of last night's overindulgences. It does a much better job than fried chicken for me, I'm not sure why.

"I assume his students do well in their exams because of the seminars, so no one ever questions it."

"Ah, that makes sense. So is that what you want to do when you leave here? History?"

He nods. "I think so. I've always wanted to work with old documents trying to find what secrets they have in them."

"That sounds like a super-specific career choice."

"It is, but that's why I came here and not Sabre Woods Academy."

I raise an eyebrow. Most people come to Obscure Academy because they can't get into their first choice.

"The supernatural history department here is the best in the country. And it focuses on all of us instead of just big cats, which is what I want to do," he explains without me even needing to ask.

"I didn't know that."

"Not many people do. What do you want to do after you leave?"

"I'm not sure yet," I admit. "I know that's bad, but I hoped I'd find something that connected with me during my classes."