Flashback ( PDFDrive )

And yet, despite all that time and effort, none of them had much to
show for their first ten days home.
Fitz hadn’t found any cracks in Alvar’s new attitude, and he and
Biana hadn’t learned anything useful about Orem. Sophie hadn’t
convinced Silveny to come in for an exam. And Mr. Forkle still hadn’t
gotten back to her about the trolls—or the meeting with Fintan—so
both of those were still in a holding pattern.
The only thing Sophie had managed to do once she could use her
right hand again was tackle a big chunk of her makeup Foxfire
assignments, despite the fact that her writing looked like a three-yearold’s.
She could tell a return to school was drawing close on the
horizon, and she wanted to be prepared—or as prepared as she could
be for the questions she wouldn’t be able to answer about where she’d
been and what had happened to her. Not to mention the stares and
whispers as the world saw the multispeciesial muscle shadowing her
every move.
She was trying to imagine what it would be like to step into the
glass pyramid for morning orientation when Flori wandered into her
bedroom—or Sophie assumed it was Flori. She couldn’t see the tiny
gnome beyond the mountain of clothes she was carrying.
“Okay,” Flori said, dropping the pile on Sophie’s bed. “Your new
fighting clothes are ready! What do you think?”
There wasn’t a single gown in the mix, which automatically earned
Sophie’s undying devotion. But more important: There were so. Many.
Pockets.
Zippered pockets lining each pant leg. Slim pockets hidden inside
the waistband. And each tunic was full of secret compartments: under
the sash, hidden in the sleeves, tucked under the collars. Plus lots