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Wednesday: Study Hall

The ocelots were getting restless. They yowled in complaint in their cage, occasionally snapping at each other when one crawled over the other.

The Madri seemed not to care. They merely took their positions around the room and kept an eye open for troublemakers.

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Sholeh jumped a little. She hadn't been paying attention to anything other than trying not to cry. Considering she was only on her fifth iteration, that was almost certainly going to be a losing battle.

"I didn't mean to be," she said quietly, hoping the Madri would understand. "I was just trying the desserts."

Oh, Sholeh. You think a guy who cages ocelots was going to feel bad you you?

"And you thought you could get away with that?" the Madri taunted and rolled his eyes. "Clearly you have no respect for yourself or your health."

He gave Sholeh a little sneer. "You're getting off lucky."

Actually she wasn't. Not that the Madri would admit that.

"Ms. Maggotbone offered them to me!" Sholeh burst out, not caring she was breaking the rules about staying quiet. "I didn't steal any--she told me to try them!"

"You're being very loud," another Madri called out. "That is your only warning."

"And clearly you weren't paying attention to Ms. Maggotbone's lessons," yet another Madri added.

The Madri who started the conversation/interrogation shook his head and tsk'd again. "You better be careful," he warned. "I'd hate to see you branded as a trouble maker."

Sholeh clapped both hands over her mouth, wincing again as that pulled on the skin of her reddened hand. "I'm not a trouble maker," she said in a near-whisper. "I'm not!"

All of the Madri in the room let out a little "Hmph" of disbelief.

"We'll have to see about that," the one Madri replied. "Until then... we'll all just have to keep our eyes on you."

And yes, he did do that creepy hand gesture where he took two of his fingers, pointed them at his eyes and then pointed his fingers back at Sholeh.

Sholeh hadn't been on earth long enough to get blase about that gesture, so she found it spectacularly creepy.

=I'll give him something to keep an eye on,= Zeela growled.

::Shhhh!:: Sholeh said, bending back over her lines. And trying not to whimper as the quill started cutting at her skin again. ::I don't want any of them watching anything!::

The Madri just snickered quietly at Sholeh's misery.

"Press harder on the quill. It'll hurt less," one of the Madri suggested.

They were truly a sick bunch.

Sholeh didn't believe the Madri. They were creepy and wrong, even if they were authority. But Sholeh wasn't sure how to turn them down without earning herself further punishment.

*Let me handle this,* Zhahar suggested.

The voice that came out of Sholeh's mouth was not her own, but close enough that someone would need to be listening well (or fairly familiar with either voice) to notice. "No thank you," she said. "This is my punishment. I should take it as it is."

The Madri almost looked impressed.

Almost.

"Very well. Carry on," the Madri said.

Sholeh managed a hurried nod and a suppressed gasp of pain as she started the next line.

Inwardly, Zeela was raging and Zhahar was fretting, but neither of them could help. Not while the Madri watched.

And Sholeh was firmly convinced they were everywhere.

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