The girl had already told the initial story to all of her friends, still wondering who has the initials 'E.T'. Of course, there's Emma herself, but she was looking for a boy with those initials.

"Do you know a boy with the initials 'E.T'?" she asked her three friends from the drama department. They have to know someone.

"No, sorry." one of them said as she put away her books in the coat room. "Ask a teacher. Maybe one of them know."

Instead, the girl went to one of Emma's friends. Olivia Vertigo, who was further down the coat room talking to a friend, would be the first person to start with.

"Olivia," the girl said.

Olivia Vertigo looked up and smiled. Her bright blue hair stood out amidst the purple capes. "Hey, your name is...Sarah, right?"

Sarah nodded. "Can I talk to you really quickly?"

Olivia looked up at her friend. "It's okay. Talk to you at lunch." the friend said. The friend walked off and Olivia turned to face Sarah.

"So, what's up?"

"Olivia, do you know any boy with the initials 'E.T'?"

Olivia grinned. "I know the alien is named that."

"No, I meant a real boy, one who attends Bloor's." Sarah said quickly.

Olivia cocked her head. "None that I know of." she said. "Why?"

Sarah wondered if she could trust Olivia. Emma and Olivia were best friends and she wasn't sure if Olivia could keep a secret.

"No reason." she said finally when the hunting horn sounded through out the school, alerting the students for first period.

Olivia shrugged apologetically and flounced off, her purple cape bellowing out from behind.

Sarah sighed. Maybe Charlie Bone knows...


Charlie Bone staggered into the classroom in a hurry right as the hunting horn sounded for class to start.

The teacher was absent today and a substitute was in his place. Charlie scurried to his seat and faced forward, breathing out in relief. "No detention so far." he muttered under his breath. "So far so good."

He felt a tap from behind and turned his head around.

"Hi, Charlie."

It was Sarah, the girl who sat behind him. "Oh, hi Sarah." Charlie panted.

"Charlie, do you know any boys with the initials 'E.T'?" Sarah asked in a whisper as the substitute took attendance.

Charlie glanced up in thought. If it was just anyone, he would say Emma, but since she was looking for a boy, his mind drew a blank.

"Sorry Sarah," Charlie sighed.

"No talking!" the substitute, Mr. Wilkins, snapped, looking over his glasses over at Charlie and Sarah.

Charlie turned back around and Sarah sat back in her seat, her mind racing. She would ask Gabriel Silk next.

"Hey Gabriel," she said as soon as lunch started. She was over at the music table, far away from her department table.

Gabriel Silk looked up from his plate. "Yes?"

"Do you happen to know anyone with the initials "E.T?"

Gabriel shook his head and then stopped. "Yeah, Emma Tolly."

"I'm sorry, I meant, a boy with those initials." Sarah stammered.

"Oh." Gabriel continued to shake his head. "Sorry,"

Sarah sighed and went down the table, asking. She'd rather skip lunch than not finding out who's initials those were. At first she was just curious about who it was but that doesn't matter any more. What was driving her crazy was that she couldn't find out who has the initials. She couldn't stand not finding out something. Like in dreams. When you were about to open a door, you wake up, not knowing what was behind the door. It drives you insane until you know.

This is what it was like for her.

She even went up to Dr. Bloor to ask.

"Dr. Bloor," she said timidly. "Do you, by chance, know any boy with the initials 'E.T'?"

Dr. Bloor glanced at her and said sourly, "No, now go eat your lunch."

Sarah scattered off and sat down by her friends. She glanced down the table over at Emma, who was talking to Lysander Sage and Tancred Torsson. She was laughing with them as Tancred told a joke or something.

She'd ask the two boys if they know anyone. Maybe he was in their year.


"Hey, Emma," a boy called.

Emma turned around and a few boys from her year ran up to her. "Do you know anyone with your initials that's a boy?" they asked.

Emma frowned. "No, why?"

The boys eyed her suspiciously. "You're positive about that?" one of them said.

"I'm sure." she said. "Why are you even asking?"

"Well, I heard someone saying that-" a boy started to say but then the others elbowed him.

"He meant that he heard that someone with those initials, that's a boy, is... um..." another boy said. He glanced over to his friends for back-up.

"Wanted up in the music tower." another boy blurted.

They all nodded.

Emma sighed. She may not be a drama expert but those boys can't come up with a good lie like Olivia could.

"Well, see you around." one of them said.

"Bye Emma," the rest chorused as they walked off.

Emma stared after them. "What was that about?" she wondered aloud as the hunting horn sounded again that day.


She hurried up to the King's Room later for homework and slowed to a stop in front of the room, where the rest of the endowed were.

"What's going on?" she asked.

Charlie turned around. "Manfred won't let any of us in."

"Not even the bad ones," Billy whispered, his red eyes widening. He glanced behind his back to see if any of the bad endowed heard.

Tancred was knocking on the huge wooden doors. "Open up!" he shouted. "I have an essay due tomorrow and I have no time!"

Lysander sighed. "If you hadn't procrastinated for the last two weeks that she gave you, you could've gotten it done on time."

"Who asked you?"

The doors finally opened and Manfred glared at Tancred, who stood back with his fist up which was ready to pound on the door. He slowly lowered his fist and looked down sheepishly.

"Come on in," Manfred snapped. "And Torsson, I'll have to talk to you after this hour."

Tancred slouched his shoulders in response and plopped down in the first chair. He was officially in a bad mood, for the winds picked up and papers already went flying in whichever direction.

Then he stopped, looking straight ahead. "Who are you?" he asked.

Everyone looked over on the other side of the room. A boy was standing there. He was looking at Tancred, who was staring back at him.

"A new student." Manfred said. "This is Elijah. Make him feel welcomed."

Elijah reluctantly sat down, eying Tancred who was staring right back at him. Like what Tancred does every time there's a new student, he asked, "What's your surname?"

He didn't answer, he just glanced down at the table and his eyes stayed glued there.

People slowly found their seats, Gabriel and Dorcas sitting on either side of him, since no one (but perhaps Manfred) knew whichever side he was on.

To Charlie, Elijah looked shy. It was either that or brooding. Gabriel was looking at Elijah too. "Hey," Gabriel murmured softly to Elijah. "Welcome to Bloor's."

Elijah finally looked up and manage a small smile. "Thank you," he said softly.

The good endowed smiled to themselves. He's friendly, so he must be good.

He looked back down at the table and closed his eyes. Everyone worked on as Manfred inspected Elijah closely. I'll need to keep an eye on him... Manfred thought as Elijah grimaced.