“Mice!” Jed growled as he stamped into the teacher’s lounge. “Oh how I hate mice.” He flopped into an overstuffed chair and shuddered. “I don’t care if they make good practice subjects for spells, they creep me out.”

“Being the English teacher, you ordinarily don’t have to deal with them though,” Thaddaeus pointed out. “What’s wrong?”

“Brigitta had some escapees from the batch she was raising for Christian and Morwen and since my classroom’s right next door to hers, they made their way in there,” he explained. He pulled out his cell phone and cursed when he remembered that the device didn’t work on school grounds.

“Who are you calling?” Thaddaeus asked.

“I was gonna call an exterminator to get rid of the things,” Jed replied. He stood and stretched before making his way to the landline that was connected to a nearby wall.

“You don’t need to do that,” Elena Ridgeley said as she scurried by. She paused long enough to snap, “They’ll kill the poor dears.”

“That was the idea,” Jed murmured, setting the phone down and smirking at Thaddaeus wryly.