"Honestly, Areti, he's a vampire." I said, slowly moving my silver spoon around my bowl of porridge and yawning.
Areti didn't answer. Of course she didn't, she was too busy staring at Baid to notice.
For a half wolf, Areti is one of the softest...when she wants to be. When I looked up, Baid did too and quick as a whip, Areti stared down at her steak. She was blushing again.
One of these days, that wolf is gonna turn into a raspberry. I thought, smiling at the thought.
I looked up. Right next to where Mika's head was, there was another one of those posters again.
There are hundreds of the same pictures, stuck on every square inch of the school. They all ask the same question:
Have you seen this half-cat?
Rina Tigre has been missing for over three years, last seen endangering this school and herself with many others. On a new moon night.
Date of event: 11th March 2997
If you have any information of the whereabouts of this girl, please report to Bolivian Beast police (bbp) so she can be returned, safe and sound to her worried pack.
Rewards: ~D~2,550
Quick as a flash, I blow out through my mouth, hard, fire comes out and, in seconds, the Missing poster is only ashes on the floor.
"What was that for?" said a voice in my ear.
I jumped, my porridge spilling into my lap, "Oh for devil's sake!" I snapped, the spines along my back snapping out, causing my shirt to rip dreadfully.
"Oh shut you flame holes, Carmen, I was reading that!" Areti shot back, eyes flashing gold with anger.
"Yeah, well, you've just ruined my 90% liquid porridge, you halo-wearing, good for nothing howler. Besides, how the heavens am I supposed to keep my fire down without liquid?" I shouted, thumping Areti on the back, violently.
Areti snarled loudly and sprang up out of her seat.
"Say that to my face, you beast-killer!" she growled, the corners of her body shimmering, transforming.
"Fine, I will, you good for nothi..." I started.
"Oh be quiet the pair of you." Hissed a new voice. Softer that Mika's but gentler that Bella's. Teina.
I blinked. I looked at Aretimis. I could feel my cheeks burning.
"Sorry, Areti." I muttered, sitting back down.
Areti grinned sheepishly.
"I guess I was the halo-wearing, good for nothing howler in the first place." She sighed, dabbing my jeans in an effort to clean me up.
"Quit! You're gonna drown me in porridge if you don't stop!" I laughed, gratefully batting her hand away.
Areti pulled a face at me and gobbled down her raw steak.
Mika looked at her in complete, undisguised disgust.
"How in all hell do you eat that, Areti?" she wrinkled her nose.
Areti raised an eyebrow.
"I'm a carnivore, Meek. It's in my personality. Just like being perfect is in yours." She replied.
"I am not perfect!" exclaimed Mika, "I just have a more sensitive mind than your impenetrable, rather empty skull."
Areti snorted, "You're even perfect with your insults."
Mika sighed, evidently giving up, and went back to daintily picking at her toast.
"Teina." I said, suddenly, turning round to the tiny girl on the other side of me, "Why did you choose to speak to us then, not any other time?"
Teina stretched, her tail flicking, "Well, duh, you were interrupting the strong bonds between me and this gripping book I was reading."
She held up a thick paper back labelled: The wide variety of toxic liquids.
I turned away. Geez and burning heavens. She is such a geek.
Areti, who had probably heard the conversation, sniggered at my rare and utter defeat by a know it all.
"Hey Aretimis." Said another voice.
Areti looked up.
It was Baid.
"Señora Taura wants to see you in her office." He said, scratching his head as Bella cooed at him from her table of centaurs a few feet away.
Areti frowned and shook her head.
"I didn't know she even had an office." She said, getting to her feet and wiping the remains of her steak from her lips.
Baid tilted his head to the side, "I'll take you." He suggested, as he led her out of the Dining Hall.
From the way Areti's face went bright red, I could tell that this was practically her dream come true.
Mika waved and we got up and headed to the chumankoans.
(that's locker rooms, you idiots.)
