“I guess everyone knows,” I said. I splashed my face, hoping my skin would cool.
“One of the first-years came in from the stairwell and basically announced it to the room.”
“I really hate first-years.” I shut the faucet off, then closed the toilet lid and sat on it.
“So. How was it?”
I glanced up at him, anxiety prickling sorely on my skin. “You do know Richard’s going to kill me.”
“That did seem to be his plan.”