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You’ll probably boil shut up in a coach today; it’s going to be really hot again.”
    Emily gaped at her. She was feeling a lot better than she had when she’d first woken up – seeing her unhappiness as a small grey bear really had taken the worst out of it. But she had a horrible feeling that as soon as she saw Katie, that awful fog of silence was going to wrap itself around her again.
    Lory rolled her eyes. “Emily, you look like a fish.”
    Emily closed her mouth, and her mother came over to the table and looked at her worriedly. “Are you all right?” Then she frowned. “Emily, you haven’t been – travelling?”
    Eva meant dreaming her way through the doors, Emily knew. She had done it before, without meaning to, and without understanding that it was anything more than a strange and very real sort of dream. She had found herself on a riverbank, talking to the water-fairy girl from the mirror.
    â€œNo.” Emily shook her head. “But I never tried to,” she added honestly. “When it happened before, it just happened, so I don’t know how I stop it happening again.”
    Eva licked thoughtfully at the butter on the knife, her tongue pink and pointed, like a cat’s. “True. You’re quite right, we should have thought of that. Remind me, darling, when you get home, and we’ll ward your room.” Then she shook herself. “And what I was trying to say, Ems, is that it’s your school trip, so do you want anything different in your lunch?” She smiled, making herself suddenly far more fairy-like. Her smile stretched wide across her face, showing a mouthful of shining teeth. “Had you really forgotten?”
    â€œYes,” Emily admitted. She supposed that Mrs Daunt had spoken about the trip yesterday at school, but she’d hardly been listening.
    Now she stared down at her plate, frowning worriedly. She was going to have to talk to Rachel – she had to tell her something . She couldn’t spend an hour or so sitting next to her best friend on a coach without saying anything to her. Emily sighed. Obviously it would be impossible to tell Rachel the whole truth – but a bit of it would surely be all right?
    â€œMum…”
    â€œMmm?” Her mother turned round from cramming an extra juice carton into Emily’s lunch box.
    â€œCan I tell Rachel anything about … well, you know.”
    Her mother stared at her. “No. No, most definitely not. I’m sorry, Emily.”
    Emily watched unhappily as her mother’s hand crept up, as though it wanted to point at her. As though her mother was considering a spell for silence. She had done it to Robin, after all – he’d told Emily so.
    â€œAll right, I won’t,” she said hurriedly, and the tautness went out of her mother’s spread fingers.
    â€œI’m sorry, Ems. But we just can’t risk it. You do understand?”
    Emily nodded. She did understand. It was just that she wanted to talk to someone without wings about it. “Can’t I at least say that I found out I’m adopted?” she pleaded. “I won’t say anything, you know … that’s really secret…”
    Eva sighed. “I suppose so.”
    â€œAre you coming?” Robin asked Emily impatiently. He liked to get to school early to play football, which he was very good at. He was unfairly fast and he had amazing reflexes. It was no wonder his side almost always won.
    â€œAre we meeting Rachel?” he asked, glancing up at her as they went out of the front door.
    â€œYes!” Emily said, a little sharply. “Why wouldn’t we be?”
    â€œDon’t snap at me just because you’ve had a fight with her!” Robin said, in a sing-song voice.
    Emily folded her bottom lip in and bit it, to stop herself losing her temper. “It wasn’t really a fight,” she muttered. And it would be a great