The storm rattled even the double-glazed windows of the manor. Lucy looked up as the curtains billowed, the end of a pencil between her teeth as she tried to solve the calculus problem set for homework.
She frowned. Curtains don’t billow unless the window behind is open, and she didn’t open it. A little practice can turn pencils into bo-shuriken, and Lucy had had plenty of practice. Six HBs pierced the curtains in four seconds and a goblin slumped to the floor. She sighed. Now she’d have to use a biro for her homework, and Miss Pritchard didn’t like biros.