Flashback ( PDFDrive )

Sophie flung a pillow at his head.
Or, she tried to.
Throwing with her left arm was much harder than she’d expected,
and . . .
She ended up nailing Magnate Leto in the face.
Keefe doubled over, clutching his sides and gasping between
choking laughs: “THAT . . . WAS . . . THE . . . GREATEST . . .
THING . . . I’VE . . . EVER . . . SEEN!”
“IT WAS!” Ro agreed, nearly collapsing to the floor in a fit of
giggles.
Fitz and Elwin were cracking up too—though they at least tried to
cover it with coughs.
Sophie slunk down under her covers. “Sorry.”
“It’s all right, Miss Foster,” Magnate Leto said, handing her back
her pillow. “It’s good to see you regaining some strength.”
Keefe wiped the tears streaming down his cheeks. “You realize I’m
going to call you Principal Pillowhead from now on, right?”
Magnate Leto’s smile was equal parts rueful and patient. “I’m sure
you will. But getting back to our important conversation. I want to
make sure you’re keeping in mind that Level Six is a turning point
year. I’d hate to see you damage your future because of the
Neverseen.”
“Is Fitz damaging his future by being here?” Keefe countered. “Or
Foster?”
“They have no choice. They’ll also have an extensive amount of
makeup work to tackle during the midterm break—and no, that option
is not available to you, so don’t ask and don’t test my patience. I can
become very creative with my punishments if you force me to.”