A/N: We're entering the end of the year and I'm not ready! And to be honest I haven't found the time to finish reading the last of D. yet. I'm too nervous to commit.
Disclaimer: Nothing to me.
When he slid open the classroom door, he found her waiting as he had expected by the window, her face turned away from him. She had watched him with the eyes of a hawk all through the school day, and he could all but feel her efforts to solve his mystery.
After a moment, she turned to look at him, her expression grave. "Do you think you can surprise me anymore?"
"No," he replied, just as calm, and he gently shut the door behind him.
"But I think I can surprise you." She pushed off the desk and walked toward him, one hand closed. His attention fixed on her fist and the white shaft wrapped snugly in her fingers, and when she held out her hand to him, he lifted his to receive the feather from her.
Without a word, he lifted an inscrutable gaze to her face, and she stared back at him for a long moment before she smirked slightly, confident in her guess.
"I'll see you at school tomorrow," she said and slipped out the door.
He held still for a minute, then rubbed the feather's soft edge with his thumb. She did like to meddle where she did not belong.