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wake him up enough for him to go home.
The class giggled. Mrs. Greenapple fumed. "The magic shouldn't have gone that wrong," she said. The
school's spell wards must have run down again. Still, the lesson had been ruined, and it was all Rhianna's
fault.

Rhianna sighed. It was always the same, she thought.

But there was worse to come before lunch.

"Wands down. Look at me. No talking." Mrs. Greenapple took up a pile of papers. "Here are your
results from last week's test of Spell Ingredients. Quite good, and I'm pleased. Mostly." She began to
send the papers skimming through the air, using a fly-and-find spell. Each one landed neatly on the right
desk, and the fly part of the spell was turned off by each student with a flick of the fingers. "Ariadne...
Gloriana... Ingold... Isembard... Fion--much better this week, Fion... oh, and Rhianna."

Rhianna's paper landed in front of her. She saw the big red marks on it and almost forgot to turn off the
spell. When she did remember to flick her fingers, the piece of paper fell off the desk. It crashed to the
floor like a sheet of metal, making a noise that echoed around the classroom. Everyone turned and
stared.

Rhianna turned scarlet. Mrs. Greenapple took off her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose, as if
she had a headache. "I think you had better see me afterwards, Rhianna," she said.

Rhianna picked up the paper and looked at it. If anything, this test seemed worse than the last one. And
she had studied for it, she really had. She peeked at the total, just lifting a corner of the paper off the
desk, so no one else would see it.

Oh, no! F! Even worse than the D-minus she'd got for Recitation last week. And Spell Ingredients was
her best subject, too. That was because it had measures and numbers in it, and they made sense. Not
like spells.

Rhianna sat in silent dismay as her teacher called out the names of all the rest of the class, one by one.
The dismay was made worse when nobody else was told to wait behind.

The bell rang for lunchtime as Mrs. Greenapple finished handing out the papers. "Look at your marks
later. And talk about them outside, if you please, Morgana Hedger. Books away. Make sure your
wands are properly laid east--west. Who's ready to go?"

Rhianna was ready to go, all right, but there was no chance of being able to get away. Mrs. Greenapple
dismissed the class, row by row, line by line, making sure that Rhianna was among the last. There was no
way to sneak out past her. She hadn't forgotten.

Rhianna waited, standing by her desk. Her friend Rose Treesong gave her a concerned look as she left
the classroom, but Rhianna was too sunk in gloom to notice. The door closed, the sounds of play were
hushed, and the bright sunlight outside made the room seem darker still.

"Well, Rhianna." Mrs. Greenapple folded her arms and leaned against her desk. "What's to be done? It
seems you didn't take in a thing I said all last week. Or anything in the book, either."

Rhianna stared at the floor and said nothing.