Emma rolled her eyes at the melodramatics and went back to her book. <<Think about it, girl,>> she snapped telepathically, the majority of her attention already back in the pages of the mystery. <<How old do I look?>>

<<And if the response is 'old enough to be my teacher,' you fail at life forever, and your Emma had best fail you too.>> What on Earth had possessed her - the other her - to pick this spineless little creature up?