When Ms

When Ms. Shwartz opened the door there stood a meek, pale, little man with glasses who introduced himself as Mister Pius Masper. I got up from the desk.

"Okay Mr. Masper let's go talk in the hallway."

After saying that I dragged him out into the hall.

"Christopher, can you please drop the illusion I like looking at the real you." I begged in that pleading voice I just knew he couldn't resist.

"Fine." He said if somewhat suspiciously and after several strange stages of Mr. Masper/ Christopher Carrion he was back to normal and I could tell that the kids peeking out of the window had a list of things they wanted to do at that moment that would look about like this:

Get out of here

Scream there heads off

Pee their pants

It would be SUCH and understatement to say that I was amused.

"Christopher you're bothered by something, please will you tell me?" I practically purred.

"Hob, Finnegan Hob he's coming here to take you!"

Oh, no wonder he was in such a bad mood.

"Well my prince, we should go home, lock ourselves in the Twelfth Tower for a couple of days or weeks."

I could tell how good that sounded to him.

"And could you do me a favor? Could we please ride one of those beautiful giant moths home?"

The surprise on Christopher's face was apparent very, very apparent.

"Please." I said and wrapped my arms around his waist. He was giving in I could tell "Please"

"If you really insist." He consented wrapping his arms around me.

I kissed my prince in the hallway of the Chickentown highschool with a background of gawking faces pressed to the windows.