The Insider ~ A Fitzphie FanFic KOTLC

Chapter 17

Chapter 17! Like the cover? I do. Took me forever to find it. If you have any Sophitz fanart that hasn't already been mentioned in the covers, please send them to me through my account.

"When will Forkle tell you?"

"Hopefully soon. I'm sure he'll send me a message to meet him at one of the hideouts or his office."

"So you can be matchable?" Fitz grinned.

"Yes."

"And come to my Winnowing Galas?"

"Yes!"

"And I can go to yours?"

Sophie's face fell. "I don't even know if I'll have one."

"Aw. But what if I want you to have one?" Fitz slumped in his chair and made a pouty face.

"Why do you want me to have one? You're already having one." Sophie didn't want to have to pick two different dresses for the occasion. That sounded like far too much planning and dressing up on her part. 

"So I can make all the other boys jealous." 

"Is that the only reason?" 

Fitz thoughtfully stared off and Sophie couldn't help but stare at his remarkably teal eyes. "I suppose I would want you to have a special thing just for you. And, it would give Edaline and Grady another Winnowing Gala to go to."

"I guess that's a good point." Sophie grumbled. "But yours has to be first."

"Why?" 

Sophie grinned an evil smile. "So we can make Stina's friends jealous first."

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Sophie awoke the next day, ready to take on the world. She clapped her hands twice to raise the blinds in her room for the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the pastures and the cliffs and the oceans beyond. As the blinds slowly raised to reveal a beautiful sunrise, a small note appeared as well, taped to her window. 

"Sandor!" Sophie called from her covers.

"Miss Foster?"

"There's a note on my window that needs to be checked for death threats and such." Sophie lazily yawned as if mentioning the thought of a death threat was an average Tuesday in her world. It's sad that this is normal. 

Sandor jogged over to the windows and opened the one right next to the taped note. He grabbed it and gave it a quick sniff and shook it to see if there were any poisons. He skimmed the paper and abruptly handed it to Sophie. 

"It's from Mr. Forkle." Sandor huffed. He did not like this new development in Fitz and Sophie's relationship, as he had to be close to Sophie at all times. This possibly-matchable business would mean that he would get to spend even more time with Sophie and Fitz. Not to mention Grizel.

Sophie walked over to him and snatched up the letter. It read:

Miss Foster,

You will be happy to hear that I have scheduled an appointment with our corresponding member at the Matchmaker's office. You and one companion will go this Friday evening. Ask to meet with Diotallomy. As a firm reminder, you will not know who your biological father is. Only Diotallomy, myself, the collective, and the father himself are aware of his true identity. Another time, when the world has perhaps calmed down and forgiven us for our rebelliousness, I shall tell you. Thank you for your understanding, and best of luck with your Cognate. 

Signed, 

Mr. Forkle

Sophie couldn't believe it! She was going to be matchable tomorrow. Tomorrow she would get to be officially registered, complete a packet, and ask for lists. She would get to be with Fitz officially. That was the most important part for her. She carefully folded the note and put it in her schoolbag to show Fitz. She rushed to her closet and fished out a clean uniform, quickly swiping it on. She slung her bag over her shoulder, ran a brush through her hair, and shuffled down the stairs to eat breakfast.