Somehow, sheād gotten grass stains on her skirt and stockings ā even a blouse, again. Well, not entirely āsomehowā, Olivia always knew how sheād gotten them, but the consequences of extra laundry and a lack of uniform never bothered her until she was faced with a dilemma for the next day. This was why she was now hauling around a large bag of her laundry, not properly labelled or sorted ( of course ) down the hallway, trying to beat curfew. Ā
Passing by a figure, she glanced over, slim strands of honeyed hair falling across her face, her shirt slightly untucked from all the lifting.Ā āDo you have the time? Itās never where it should be.ā
He paused, cocking his head at the girl he knew mostly through Alfie as he turned her words over in his head. Never where it should be? She realized, surely, that time wasn't a physical thing, that there wasn't a way for it to be anywhere? But from what little he knew about her, the strangeness of the comment wasn't unusual, so he reached into his pocket for his phone and turned it on, waiting for the little screen to light up so he could report the time.
"Nine forty-two." It took him a moment to add, "Do you need help?"












