“Jenna had started swimming in the deep end of the pity pool.”

“Between the two desks was one of those old Chinese screens, but even this bore Jenna's stamp, as the wood had been painted--you guessed it: pink.”

“Jenna and I had spent one very boring Magical Evolution class speculating on what her e-mail address might be. Jenna thought it was probably something dull, like just her name, but my personal vote (and a ten-dollar bet) was for [email protected]. I guess now I could find out.”

“Suddenly, both Archer's and Jenna's hands clamped down on my wrists.”

“Jenna and Archer shared a look. “-Why would we need to ‘stay in touch’?” Jenna asked. “-Well, because…Look, I can’t ask you guys to stay at Hex Hall for a whole other year. Jenna, you have Vix, and Archer, you have…Actually, what DO you have?” “-You,” he said firmly. “And a whole bunch of holy knights who want to kill me.”

“Sophie: "Right. So no plans at all, then?"Jenna: "Other than rocking in the fetal position for a while?”

“Jenna slipped in wearing an outfit that I can only describe as Hello Kitty Goes Goth.”