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"You talk," he said. "You're… funny looking. Nonhuman, right? A spirit." He flicked his hand like he was shooting smoke. "It's my room too. I was with my cousin—second year—playing cards. I come back and you make me stand outside. This is a shame. We nobles shouldn't share rooms with unknown people anyway, but here we are."
He jerked his chin at John. "That poor-looking one, your master? Hey, you—peasant—your spirit is decent. I'll buy it. Name your price. I'll teach it some manners."
Fizz's ears went flat. His face lit like a stove. "Buy? Buy? You overcooked carrot in a wig, I am NOT for sale. 'Teach me manners'? The last time I took a class it was Advanced Pancake Philosophy and I got full marks for style!"
John held up a hand. "Quiet."
Ray tipped his chin up. "Do you know who I—"
