Anya had to admit, it had been a while since anything had felt this normal. Even though she had been shot, and went to hospital, and the school was closed, it was quieter in the Forger family home than she could remember.

Damian still commandeered the dining room table with all of his paperwork, and on the days that Anya felt up to it, she would join him at the table, working on the pieces of homework that she could stay awake for. The knowledge that they would have to go back to school soon hung over them both, and she wanted to get as much homework done as possible before it was time to return, if just to add one more point to her appeal for her Expulsion Order.