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screwed, because every little gang has already planted an invisible flag on their own table. Occasionally cause the Mothership, aka Mrs. Ryder the PE Witch, to come over “just to see how you’re doing, babes?” No one’s going to offer you that spare seat. Get a reputation for potentially coming to lunch with a half-dissected amphibian attached to your bag?
    WELD.
    UH.
    Fortunately, these days I have my pre-reserved spot just like everyone else, so I line up with my plastic tray and shuffle through the line. There’s not a lot left, and somehow Iend up with nothing but four different kinds of potato on my plate by the time I’ve made it through the toxic food sludge. I grab an apple (green, just to add to my Traffic Light rebellion), then weave through the tables, following the sound of Ludo’s giggles.
    Our official Leftover Squad corner is looking a little crowded these days, even with Ludo sitting on Peroxide Eric’s lap, wrapped up in the ends of his military coat, and Fili and Simon sitting so close together they might as well be sharing one chair.
    “Ryder!” shouts Dai, waving me over. “At long last. We were starting to think you’d turned into the invisible woman.”
    Henry stands at once, and offers me his seat.
    “Isn’t that the mysterious Yuliya’s job?” he asks, lounging against the back of Dai’s chair, while Dai beams with pride.
    Yuliya, the stick insect Russian model, has managed to not turn up to a single class I’m in so far. I’m starting to think I imagined her, too.
    “OH MY GOD, like, leave her alone?” Ludo flicks her hair, not noticing that some of it is now tangled in Peroxide Eric’s nose ring. “She probably has to sleep a lot to maintain her complexion.”
    “She’s not going to come in here anyway,” says Dai, hovering a hand over my plate, and deciding to steal my apple instead. “Models don’t eat. Well, not food.”
    I waggle Potato Variety #1: The Soggy Chip at him. “Don’t think this qualifies.”
    “That is SO stereotypical,” says Ludo, swinging her hair again.
    There’s a faint groan from behind her. I wince on Peroxide Eric’s behalf. He gives me a grateful grin, as he disentangles himself.
    The Mothership has instructed me not to be friends with “the new boy with all the metal in his face,” but then she says that about everyone. So far, he seems to be sitting back and observing Finchworld with a kind of bemused smile, and I can get behind that.
    “I’m just saying, she’s probably got her reasons, which are probably, like, none of our business? And she’s Fili’s new roomie, you know? So we should TOTALLY be making her feel welcome.”
    “Very true,” says Dai, through a mouthful of apple. “So what is she like, then?”
    We all look at Fili.
    Fili patters her fingertips on the table, and narrows her eyes. Then she seems to notice that everyone’s staring, hanging on her words. “She’s…tall,” she says eventually.
    We wait, but that seems to be all we’re getting.
    (I understand, though. She means: I think things I don’t want to say right now. Fili-code isn’t so hard to follow once you know her. Sometimes she likes to work things out in her head properly before committing them to the open air, that’s all. She can come out with whole paragraphs when it’s just us two, swinging our legs on the balance beam. We still haven’t got around to doing that yet this term, but, hey, it’sbeen busy, with the new classes, and settling in, and Simon. There’s not really room for three of us out there.)
    “Simon? Anything you’d like to add? Like, actual information of some kind?” says Dai.
    Simon frowns, and says slowly, “She has really big hands.”
    “Ladies and gentlemen, the Finch gossip scandal of the year.”
    “Unless there’s a thrilling story about how he found out she has really big hands?” suggests Henry, nudging Dai with his elbow.
    Simon frowns again, blinking apologetically at Fili through his wispy black