Chapter Seventeen
Dismay
Sarah gazed, unseeing, at the pile of papers on the desk. Her desk. "I graduated magna cum laude," she said, vacantly. "Hundreds of hours of volunteer work. A note of recommendation from the Human Ambassador to the Fae Courts."
"That's nice," Hoggle said, utterly disinterested.
"If I… If I perform poorly on this internship… This could set me back ages."
"Poor thing," he said, patting her hand condescendingly. His skin felt like a crusty burlap sack. "Oh well, let's go."
"...go?" She stared at him, eyes glazed.
"Gotta get your stuff to the bunk and show you to the king."