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Ronan hissed, "Where’s Parrish?"

"He didn’t co Ronan and Adam shared second period "You haven’t seen him yet?"

"Wasn’t in class"

Behind Gansey, someone punched his shoulder blade and said, Gansey boy! as they trotted by Gansey halfheartedly lifted three fingers, the signal of the rowing tea him at the house," he said

Ronan replied, "Well, Poor Boy needs a cell"

A few months earlier, Gansey had offered to buy Adaht they’d ever had, a week of silence that had resolved itself only when Ronan did so more offensive than either of them could accomplish

"Lynch!"

Gansey looked in the direction of the voice; Ronan didn’t The owner of the voice was halfway across the green, difficult to identify in the hoain "I’ to fuck you up"

Ronan still didn’t look up He adjusted the strap on his shoulder and continued stalking across the grass

"What’s that about?" Gansey de very well," Ronan replied

"Was that Kavinsky? Don’t tell ain"

"Don’t ask ive Ronan a curfew Or if he should quit rowing to spend ot into trouble with the BMW Maybe he could convince Ronan to …

Ronan adjusted the strap on his shoulder again, and this tied to was distinctly larger than his usual, and he handled it gingerly, as if it ? Oh my God, you have that bird in there, don’t you"

"She has to be fed every two hours"

"How do you know?"

"Jesus, the Internet, Gansey" Ronan pulled open the door to Borden House; as soon as they breached the threshold, everything within sight was covered with navy blue carpet

"If you get caught with that thing --" But Gansey couldn’t think of a suitable threat What was the punish a live bird into classes? He wasn’t certain there was precedent He finished, instead, "If it dies in your bag, I forbid you to throw it out in a classroom"

"She," Ronan corrected "It’s a she"

"I’d buy that if it had any defining sexual characteristics It had better not have bird flu or so about Ronan’s raven He was thinking about Ada in class

Ronan and Gansey took their usual seats in the back of the navy-carpeted classroo verbs on the board

When Gansey and Ronan had coh there was no reason to think Whelk cared about their conversation, Gansey had the strange idea that the lifted piece of chalk in Whelk’s hand was because of theto rub off on hiht Whelk’s eye and held it in an unfriendly sort of way Despite his interest in Latin, Ronan had declared their Latin teacher a socially aard shitbird earlier in the year and further clarified that he didn’t like hie of character, but Gansey had to agree that there was so about Whelk A few times, Gansey had tried to hold a conversation with hi full well the effect an enthusiastic acaderade But Whelk was too young to be a mentor and too old to be a peer, and Gansey couldn’t find an angle

Ronan kept staring at Whelk He was good at staring There was so frolance aardly away fro dealt with Whelk’s curiosity, Ronan asked, "What are you going to do about Parrish?"

"I guess I’ht?"

"He’s probably sick"

They looked at each other We’re already ht

Ronan peered inside his bag again In the darkness, Gansey just caught a glimpse of the raven’s beak Usually, Gansey would’ve basked oncea raven, but at the ic; it felt like years spent piecing together coincidences, and all he had e cloth -- too heavy to carry, too light to do any good at all

"Mr Gansey, Mr Lynch?"

Whelk had ed to suddenly manifest beside their desks Both boys looked up at him Gansey, polite Ronan, hostile