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    An uptight vampire sitting on Ivy’s other side kept playing with her pearls and it was driving Ivy batty.
    ‘Hey, where are all the boys?’ Ivy asked aloud, looking around at the other students.
    No sooner had the question escaped her mouth than every girl around her burst out laughing, including Petra.
    ‘The boys?’ exclaimed the girl with the strand of pearls. ‘You thought we would have class with boys?’
    Ivy shrank back. ‘Sort of?’
    Petra leaned over her desk. ‘Have you forgotten? I told you when you first came to Wallachia that boys and girls don’t get to mix. We’re completely segregated! We’re not supposed to talk to them and we never get to have class together.’ She sighed. ‘The only time we come halfway close to mingling is Herbal Science and that’s because there’s only one greenhouse available to the entire student body.’
    Ivy did remember now. When she’d visited the Academy to look around, a duel had broken out on the school fields and everyone had run out to watch. It had made Petra’s day because they had got to be with the boys for a while. But it had only made Ivy feel uncomfortable – and she felt the same now.
    ‘Wow, how third grade!’ she said. There are some things I still can’t believe about this place .
    The room went quiet again as they waited for their teacher to arrive.
    ‘Pssssst!’ Petra poked Ivy’s arm with her pen. ‘Have you seen the Gauntlet yet?’ she asked.
    ‘No, who’s in it?’ Ivy was asking, when suddenly the door to the classroom was flung open. In flew a gigantic black bat, wings outstretched, with beady eyes and long, curved claws. Ivy ducked as it swooped over the heads of the class. Girls screamed and scrambled under desks, while others pinned their bodies against the classroom walls, wailing. Haven’t they seen a bat before? Ivy thought.
    The small black mammal finally looped back to settle on the shoulder of a statuesque female vampire, who had slipped into the room unnoticed. She was wearing a mustard-coloured, ruffle-necked blouse tucked into a ballooning hoop skirt and her hair was slicked back into a ridiculously tight bun that pulled at the skin of her face.
    The woman’s got presence , Ivy admitted to herself, admiring the confident way the vampire strutted to the front of the classroom. Even if her fashion sense does seem to be stuck in the nineteenth century . The woman clapped her hands twice.
    ‘Students,’ she said curtly, scanning the rows of desks as though she had lasers for eyeballs. ‘I am Miss Avisrova.’ The teacher bowed and Ivy had to stop herself from snorting with laughter. The motion was so formal, so contrived. Would a simple ‘hello’ not do?
    ‘As you all know, this is Vampire Etiquette. Usually we will be studying such crucial subjects as ballroom dancing, vampire cuisine and the art of telling the difference between finely aged blood and the cheap stuff one would find at a BloodMart.’ Miss Avisrova sniffed the air as if she smelled something particularly foul.
    Ivy gulped. She had no idea that the BloodMart was considered so lowbrow. It was her favourite place to grocery shop!
    ‘But today, as punishment for all the students who reacted in such an unseemly manner to the arrival of a bat –’ Ivy shrank in her chair – ‘we will forego the original lesson plan. I was going to teach you the correct way to behave at a ball.’ Well, that’s a relief , thought Ivy, doing a mental eye roll. ‘Now, however, I will be instructing you in the subtle virtuosities of conversation.’
    Ugh . Miss Avisrova was so dour, so miserable-looking. Miss Depress rova would be more fitting . Was she playing some sort of character, like in a bad audition for Transylvania’s Got Talent   ? If it weren’t for the terror in the eyes of the students around her, Ivy would have believed this was all an elaborate practical joke.
    ‘Miss Lazar,’ said Miss Avisrova. Ivy kept her head still, even though her