Metamorphmagus

Easy come, easy go

Recap: Mi made a bet with Enoch about his singing.

During Dinner...
(Mi POV)

Food. Food. Food. I love food. Food. Food. Food. I love food.

"Miss Thomason?"

Food. Food. Food. I love food. Food. Food. Food. I love food.

"Miss Thomason!"

Food. Food. Food. I love food. Food. Food. Food. I love food.

*nudge from Horace. "Mi," he whispered.

"I DIDN'T DO IT! ENOCH DID! DON'T TRUST ANYTHING HE SAID! I'M INNOCENT I TELL YOU, INNOCENT!" I shouted, frantic. "Wait. What?"

Everyone stared at me. "Miss Thomason," Miss P said quietly. "I was just going to comment that you are being very silent. More than usual. Actually, this is a first. You are never silent. What's on your mind?"

"Oh. I kinda got lost in the food. You see, I am kinda in love with food, Headmistress. In case you haven't noticed that."

Olive and Claire giggled. "Horace is gonna be very jealous then,"

"Huh?"

Horace intervened," Oh nothing. So, how about tonight's entertainment schedule?"

Emma POV

Ooh. Nice save, Horace. Wow. Mi is so oblivious.

"Oh yes!" Exclaimed Mi. "Enoch is going to sing for us!"

Everyone cheered.

Miss P was surprised and she smiled.  "Wow. Mr. O'Connor, I'm surprised. Delightedly surprised. I'm very happy to see you are coming out of your shell!"

"Oh," said Enoch. "I'm only doing it so that Mi has to do my dishes."

Miss P's smile fell from her face. "Ah. That explains it. Easy come, easy go." She mumbled.

"Yeah!" Shouted Mi. "He's going down!"

"You never know, Mi," said Millard. "Maybe Enoch can sing. Who knows? I'm sure he has enough mercy to let you back out of the bet."

Miss P pinched the bridge of her nose. "Mr. Nullings. Go put some clothes on, or your won't be able to watch Enoch perform."

Harsh, Miss P.

Horace POV

😓 that was close. Olive and Claire almost blew it for me.

Mi POV

Enoch's going down, down, DOWN!
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Ooh! Cake!