Chapter 12
More and more students started flocking by in the hallway while others remained engrossed in their conversations at various spots as a few teachers scurried out of the history department office.
“Did your parents do anything about the bakery?” I asked.
“Yeah. They had a magical friend fix it in a matter of seconds.”
“That’s good. Is business the same? Are people still going there?”
She looked down at the ground. “Not as many as before. There’s still a good stream of loyal customers and close friends and family members, though.”
“Has anyone bothered you since that night?” I asked.
The muscles around her lips tightened. “Someone left a threatening note under the shop door. I found it. I didn’t tell my parents about it, though.”
Damn. Yet another real example of intolerance that proved current life in Magnifico wasn’t some childhood nightmare.
“I’m sorry, Katherine.”
The bell screeched. Today going to class felt like the end of the world.
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