Ivy stared at the floor, and I knew she was remembering the first time he had said that. The first time he sent me away.
“Father,” I said quietly. “Don’t. Don’t send us back to Rookwood. Please.”
He shook his head. “I know you’ve had a difficult time. I’ll think about it.”
Father ushered us out of his study, leaving us standing in the hallway. I gritted my teeth, and contemplated giving his door a good bashing. But then I spotted Harry’s gormless face staring at me from the parlour door.
I ran over and into the room. He tried to duck down behind the armchair, but I grabbed him by his collar and pulled him up.
“What are you up to, you little weasel?” I demanded.
“Nothing!” he said, scrabbling and trying to get away.
“I bet you were eavesdropping, weren’t you?”
He kicked me in the shins. I was momentarily distracted and dropped him. “I wish you’d go away again!” he yelled, running to the other side of the room and trying to flatten out his scruffy hair. Which was pointless, because it always looked like a bird’s nest.
“You little …” I started, raising my fist. Ivy clutched my arm.
“Mummy hates you,” he said. “We’ve all been better off without you. We’ve actually had money and I got new shoes and—”
He probably would’ve continued that sentence, but I barrelled towards him. I tried to grab him again, but he ducked under my arms and ran away shrieking. Ugh. What a hideous brat.
In the suddenly quiet parlour, Ivy spoke.
“Scarlet,” she whispered. “I think I might have been right. I think our stepmother was involved with this. If they had more money, maybe that’s because she was bribed by Miss Fox to go along with it.”
I squeezed my fists so tightly that I could feel my nails digging in. “I bet she was. That disgusting TROLL. I’ll kill her! I’ll—”
Ivy interrupted. “But say it is true. How did Miss Fox know that our stepmother wanted us out of the picture?”
I felt my cheeks turn hot. Of course. There was something I’d forgotten. “Ah. My first day of school. We may have had a small argument in front of everyone, including Miss Fox. I might have been a bit insulting to our dear stepmother, and she may have started yelling that I was a leech and it would be better if I disappeared forever.”
Ivy sat down heavily in the armchair and put her head in her hands. “Scarlet,” she said finally, her voice muffled, “are you saying at least some of this whole mess was just because you can’t control your temper?”
I shrugged. How was I to know that Miss Fox would turn out to be so evil that she’d try and convince everyone I was dead?
After what seemed like an age of Ivy trying to calm me down, I decided that we should go to the garden. Down past the thorn bushes and out into the thin woods, there was a winding footpath that led to a clearing and a babbling brook. It was a special place for us. A good place to escape to.
As we walked past the study door, I heard raised voices. It was Father and Edith. I came to a stop, Ivy nearly walking into the back of me.
“…HAVE to send them back.” The sound of our stepmother’s voice floated through the door. I leant up against it, and reluctantly Ivy did the same. “They need to grow up.”
“I’m just not sure, dear.” That was Father. “Do we really think they’ll be safe there?”
“They’ll be fine,” snapped our stepmother. “It’s just a school! I can’t COPE with them here, you know that. They need to go.” And then, the killing blow. “It’s them or me!” she screeched.
“Her,” I whispered. “Say her!”
There was an unbearable pause.
When Father replied, his voice was quieter, and I strained to hear it. “I’ll take them back in the morning,” he said.
We were allowed to stay for supper and had a bed for the night, but that was all. Father was shipping us back to Rookwood first thing the next day, a fact that had left me spitting with anger while Ivy tried to comfort me. Father left me to “get used to it”. He was lucky I didn’t snap his stupid glasses in two.
Our stepmother dished up burnt roast lamb and soggy vegetables for dinner, whilst simpering about what brave girls we’d been. Harry and the other boys, Joseph and John, didn’t seem to care that we’d ever gone away, and were their usual horrible selves, pulling faces and flicking peas at us. I scolded one of them and the troll flicked her eyes up at me, nostrils flaring, as if I’d attacked him. But she didn’t dare say a word in front of Father.
Exhausted, Ivy and I made our excuses and climbed the steep stairs to our bedroom. I flicked on the little brass light switch, illuminating the two matching beds side by side, and the tall mirror between them. There was a cupboard and some curtains, but besides that the room was bare.
I carried my suitcase inside, a small leather one that contained a few of my possessions. Much as Miss Fox had been a repulsive witch, she had at least allowed me that much when she threw me into Rosemoor Asylum. She must have told the doctors so many lies about me to convince them I was hysterical, a fantasist, and needed to be locked away for my own sake and for the safety of others. I shook my head fiercely. I was never going back there.
“Oh, Scarlet,” said Ivy, sinking down on to her bed. A little cloud of dust flew up from the white sheets. “What are we going to do?”
I flopped onto my own bed. “Poison Edith? Run away?”
“No poisoning, Scarlet. And we can’t run away from everything. We don’t have any money, or a motor car. They’ll just catch us and send us straight back to Rookwood.”
“We’ll dig an escape tunnel,” I said. But I was being stupid, and I knew it. We were stuck.
My twin gazed up at the plaster on the ceiling. “It could be worse.”
I hated Rookwood. Every inch of the place was filled with terrible memories. “How could it possibly be worse?”
“I could be alone.”
She smiled at me then, a smile that flowed from the depths of sadness, and I felt a piece of my anger float away.
“You’re right,” I said. “We’re together. That’s all that matters.”
I jumped up on the bed, shoes on, not caring.
“If we have no choice but to go back, then we’re going back. Rookwood School isn’t going to know what hit it!”
For months I had believed my sister was gone forever. And now she sat beside me, as we rode in a motor car back to a place neither of us wanted to set foot in, and I had to remind myself that she was real. I kept reaching out and taking hold of her arm for reassurance.
Father’s car was comfortable but smelled strongly of pipe tobacco – he insisted on smoking all the way there. He attempted conversation, awkwardly. “How did you get on with your lessons, Ivy? How’s your ballet coming along?” As if that was all there was to talk about.
I felt myself getting more and more nervous the nearer we got to Rookwood. I’d only been gone a few days, but knowing what had really happened made the place even more intimidating and foreboding than it had been before. I had to tell myself it was all right – I had Scarlet, I had Ariadne, and Miss Finch was on our side. Miss Fox was gone and she wasn’t coming back.
The car chugged through the school gates, the stone rooks on the pillars poised to grasp us with their talons. Scarlet squeezed my hand tightly, but when I looked up at her, her expression was as determined as ever. The tall trees bent over us, their crisp leaves peeling away in the late-autumn wind.
When we came to a stop in front of the building, Scarlet pulled away from me and got out of the car without a word. I leant out and watched as she climbed the steps with her suitcase. I didn’t know if she would ever forgive Father for this.
I stayed in the car. If this was my one chance to speak to Father, I had to take it. “Do we have to do this? Do you have to just drive away and leave us here?”
He craned his neck to look at me as I perched on the rear leather seat. “We’ve been through this, Ivy
.”
“I know, but there has to be another way. What if we went to stay with Aunt Phoebe? She must be lonely.”
Father got out and pulled open my door with a thunk. Then he crouched down at my feet, looking up at me, a gesture that made me feel like I was a little girl again. “I know you’re worried about things being as bad as they were before.” He looked up at Scarlet, who was staring pointedly at the stonework above the entrance. “But it’s all in the past now. We have to move forward. The headmaster, Mr …”
“Bartholomew.”
“Bartholomew, that’s it. He reassured me and your stepmother that everything will be in order; that it’s all been dealt with. You need an education and this is the best place for it. Your sister can pout all she wants, but one day she’ll realise that we did the right thing.”
I looked down at him, kneeling there on the gravel, greying streaks in his dark hair and wrinkles in his suit. The little girl in me wanted to give him a hug, tell him how much I’d missed him. But I wasn’t that girl any more.
So instead I just said: “You’re wrong.”
I picked up my suitcase and pushed past him. I heard his gasp of shock, but I wasn’t going to back down. Not this time.
“I love you, girls,” he called out from behind me.
I didn’t look back. I climbed the stone steps and took Scarlet’s hand. She pulled me through the entrance, and we left Father far behind.
“HOW DARE HE?” Scarlet yelled, as the door shut behind us. “How dare he act like this is all for the best?”
Rookwood’s worried secretary looked up and shushed her, though it was one of the most timid shushes I’d ever heard.
My twin didn’t pay even the slightest bit of attention. “That old hypocrite! He lets the boys run around doing whatever they like, but we get left here to rot. After everything!” She kicked the wall. “This is so unfair!”
“Ahem …”
I looked round. It was Mrs Knight, the head of Richmond house, standing on the other side of the hall. “Kindly leave the wall alone, Miss Grey. And perhaps save all of our ears by keeping your voice down?”
“Sorry, Miss,” I said. Scarlet just frowned.
“We’ve been expecting you, girls – Mr Bartholomew has been making arrangements. I’m to take you to his office now.” She gave me a smile, but it was an uncertain one. “Miss Carver will arrange for someone to take your suitcases to your room.” She indicated the secretary, who was regarding Scarlet warily.
I shot my twin a look to see if she’d caught that – were we sharing a room? She raised her eyebrows at me.
“This way,” said Mrs Knight, as we deposited our suitcases by the front desk. It was Sunday morning, so the classrooms she led us past were empty, silent as if they were sleeping. In a low voice, she added, “I hope you can put your ordeal behind you, Scarlet, and have a fresh start. We were all so horrified to learn what Miss Fox had done.” Scarlet made a face, but she didn’t reply.
My heart pounded as we neared Miss Fox’s office, and I saw to my surprise that its door was wide open. There were men inside in suits, looking through her files. The hideous stuffed dogs remained, glassy-eyed and grotesque.
Thank goodness Miss Fox was gone. I hoped Father was right, and that Mr Bartholomew would make everything better for us.
Before I had time to think more about it, we’d come to another heavy wooden door with ‘HEADMASTER’ in stern capitals on the nameplate.
Mrs Knight knocked gingerly. Her knock was answered with coughing, and a rasping “come in”. She waved us inside, and I hoped she’d follow, but instead she just quickly pulled the door closed behind us.
This office was big. Twice the size of Miss Fox’s. A huge stone fireplace in one corner sheltered a roaring fire, and dark furniture loomed in front of wood-panelled walls. There were no windows.
An oak desk took up almost all of the floor space, and behind it was a tall leather-backed chair with a man sitting in it, silver-haired and hunched over. A quivering hand pulled a pocket watch on a chain out of his jacket. “You’re late,” he said, and his voice rattled like bones.
Scarlet and I looked at each other in horror.
He gestured for us to sit down on two chairs in front of the desk, and we did so immediately.
He spoke slowly without really looking at us, like he was considering each word. I watched his eyes, sunken and hollow. “Girls, welcome back to Rookwood. I understand there have been … troubling times. But I can assure you that these are now over.”
Then he was silent. I wondered if I should say something. “Thank you, sir?” I whispered.
Almost to himself, he continued, “I always questioned whether I was right to leave a woman in charge of my school. Now I know the answer to that.”
I gripped Scarlet’s hand under the desk, just in case she was going to start shouting at him. But she remained tight-lipped.
“You must understand, the school is the thing. Teachers and pupils come and go, but the school remains. That is what matters.”
We both nodded. Where was he going with this?
“Rookwood needs its reputation intact in order to survive. We are nothing but the image we project to the world.”
Evidently Scarlet had had enough of biting her tongue. “Is there a point to all this, sir?”
Mr Bartholomew unfurled in his chair. I realised as he drew himself up that he was a very large man indeed. His eyes narrowed at my twin. “I don’t remember asking you a question, Miss Grey.”
I shrank back, but Scarlet was undeterred. “You didn’t, sir.”
“THEN WHY ARE YOU TALKING?” he roared.
Scarlet blinked. I felt like my heart had stopped in my chest.
And then the headmaster folded back again, coughing.
When he finally spoke, his voice had returned to its previous volume. “Rookwood prides itself on our education system, our high standards of teaching and the safety of our pupils. You will not do anything to compromise this. But –” another cough – “I assure you that what happened will not be repeated. Not on my watch.”
We sat there, not wanting to say a word.
“That is all. You may go.”
“What was that all about?” I asked Scarlet, when I’d overcome the shock.
“Search me.”
We walked towards the stairs, and I had that strange feeling once again, doubting that my twin was really beside me. I’d never walked these halls with her before. “Do you think we can trust him?” I asked, as we climbed the staircase.
Scarlet laughed sarcastically. “Trust him? He looks like a vampire!”
I risked a smile. “At least he’s not Miss Fox. And he obviously doesn’t like her. Perhaps he’ll come clean to the school, tell everyone what’s really been going on.”
“He might. I mean, people are surely going to notice that there’s two of me all of a sudden.”
We’d just reached the top of the stairs when someone came barrelling into me and knocked me backwards on to the carpet.
“IvyohmygoshIvyyou’reback!”
I looked up, stunned, and saw a familiar grinning face.
“Ariadne!” I cried.
“Hello!” my friend scrambled up, pushing her halo of mousy hair out of her eyes. “I’m just so pleased to see you! And –” she turned and took in the sight of my twin, who looked frankly baffled – “Scarlet! Scarlet’s here! You found her, you really did it!”
Ariadne started bouncing up and down to the point where I felt mildly seasick. But nevertheless, I was truly, truly pleased to see her again. I grinned and clambered up from the scratchy floor. “Yes, I did it. Well, we did it.”
“Who is this?” said Scarlet in a mock-whisper.
“Oh, um …” I held out my hands to both of them. “Scarlet, this is Ariadne. She helped me find you.”
My sister frowned, but Ariadne didn’t seem to notice. “Nice to meet you!” she said brightly. “Ariadne,” she repeated, “like in Theseus and the Minot
aur.”
“Who and the what?” said my twin rudely
“Scarlet,” I said meaningfully, “we need to get to our room and …” I looked at Ariadne, and a horrible realisation dawned. There were only two beds in our dorm.
I looked back and forth between my twin and my best friend. Ariadne’s smile had faded to something that was only a fraction of her usual cheeriness. “Oh yes, about that. Mrs Knight said I had to move.” She looked at the floor. “I’m to have a new roommate, apparently.”
I felt crushed. Scarlet appeared not to notice – she was too busy glowering at passing students that were staring at us. “I’m so sorry, Ariadne. I didn’t even think about this.”
“It’s no bother,” she said, though I was pretty sure it was. “We’ll still see each other every day. Can I come and sit in your room now, while you unpack?”
I nodded. “Of course.”
And then I grabbed Scarlet before she could get us into further trouble, and we headed back to room thirteen.
Returning to my old room was like a dream. One of those where you go to somewhere you know well, only for it to be strangely different and unsettling. It was the same old room thirteen, but none of my things were where I’d left them. The left side of the room was completely empty, presumably where this Ariadne girl had cleared her things out, while the right side was littered with Ivy’s possessions. “I always chose the right side,” I said aloud. “Well done, sis.”
Ivy smiled half-heartedly. I think she was annoyed at me for not being very polite to her new friend. But it was her fault, really. I’d heard her side of the story and I knew all about Ariadne, but I didn’t have to be happy about it. Ivy had been supposed to keep everything a secret. How had she known that she could trust this girl?
I picked up some of the books from the right-hand bed and plonked them down on the left.
“What are you doing?” Ivy asked from the doorway, Ariadne leaning around her with a puzzled expression.
“Sorting things out so I have the right, you have the left.”
Ivy raised her eyebrows at me. “We’re still doing that?”
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