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together every week, y’know. Maybe we could ask them to teach us?’

Tangine didn’t answer.

‘And it’s really cool that you’re coming to the Barbaric Ball!’ she went on. ‘I usually hate going on my own. My mum makes me dance with all the posh old toads!’

Silence.

‘At least I’ll have someone to hang out with this year . . .’

‘What’s that?’ Tangine said suddenly, pointing at Squashy.

‘Oh, this is Squashy, my pet pumpkin,’ said Amelia.

Squashy smiled and squeaked three times.

‘Pets are silly,’ said Tangine, rolling his eyes.

Amelia’s cheeks burned. ‘Um,’ she said uncomfortably. ‘Well, shall we go to class then?’