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I had never seen Scarlet look as horrified as she did at that moment. Her complexion went a strange shade of green when Mr Bartholomew called out Violet’s name. I sat down again and grabbed hold of her hand.

But then Violet looked awful too; pale and frightened. I’d never seen her before, but I felt as if I knew her from Scarlet’s diary entries. She’d seemed like a horrible bully, someone to be afraid of, but at that moment I only felt pity for her.

I hadn’t known that they’d found her. I hadn’t even been certain that she was still alive. Perhaps Miss Finch had tracked her down too, or Mr Bartholomew himself. If she’d been locked away in the asylum like my sister … Well, wherever she’d been, she certainly hadn’t been “spending some time abroad”. The thought made me queasy, and I had to look away.

The headmaster had finished the assembly with boring notices and some reminders of Rookwood’s many rules. Lights out at nine o’clock sharp. No food in bedrooms. No running in the corridors. In fact, no running anywhere, except perhaps on the running track.

I still couldn’t believe that he was persisting with Miss Fox’s deception, claiming that Violet had been away and I was a new student. What exactly was he playing at? I supposed that the school’s reputation was being put ahead of us, ahead of me, yet again.

And it meant more lies. Just when I thought I could be myself again, I’d have to act like I hadn’t already been here for months.

We traipsed to the dining hall, where the familiar chatter and clatter enveloped us. I could feel people staring in amazement. I supposed we were a startling sight – perfect mirror images of one another.

“Oh, Rookwood food, how I didn’t miss you,” I said to my stew as we sat down, before realising that, according to the headmaster, I’d never eaten it before. I glanced round, hoping no one had noticed my comment. I thought Scarlet might nudge me and tell me to shut up. But she was distracted, staring at the other side of the Richmond table.

Violet was standing there, and she looked miserable.

Mrs Knight was talking to her. “Miss Adams, I’m afraid you’ll have to join the Evergreen table.”

Penny jumped up. “But Miss, she was in Richmond before! Can’t we just kick someone else out?” Penny had been Violet’s best friend, not to mention another of Scarlet’s worst enemies.

Our house head frowned. “There’s simply no room now that Ivy and Ariadne have joined us. And besides, there are several free places in Evergreen.”

What? Suddenly Mrs Knight was talking about me as if I were a new student, too. She knew full well what had really happened. Why was she going along with the headmaster’s game?

Scarlet spoke up. “She should do as she’s told and go and sit with Evergreen.” And then in a dramatic whisper to me, “As far away from us as possible.”

“Miss Grey, will you mind your manners?” snapped Mrs Knight, exasperated.

I looked at Violet, expecting her to start shouting at any moment. But to everyone’s surprise, she simply walked off to the other table without a word.

Penny sat down again, looking stunned. I could tell she was wondering what had happened to her old friend Violet. The one that ordered everyone else around and wouldn’t be told what to do by anyone.

I picked up a forkful of the unappetising stew and stared at it. Oh well, I was hungry. I ate some, and it was at least hot. Someone had gone overboard with the pepper, though.

Ariadne appeared beside me with her dinner. “Did I miss something?”

“Violet was sent to the Evergreen table,” I said.

Mrs Knight’s gaze flashed to Ariadne. “Miss Flitworth, your room has been arranged. You will be staying with Violet.”

Ariadne’s eyes went wide. I almost choked on my stew.

“I trust there won’t be any problems?”

Ariadne shook her head slowly, but she didn’t blink. “No, Miss.”

Mrs Knight nodded, and then turned to talk to Madame Lovelace, the history teacher.

Oh gosh. Poor Ariadne, subjected to Violet. It had been bad enough reading about what the girl had done to Scarlet, making her life a living hell – I really hoped that history wasn’t about to repeat itself. But so far, Violet seemed to be giving everyone the silent treatment.

Penny glared at Ariadne and me and started to say something, but then Scarlet kicked her under the table. “Ow!” she muttered, reaching down to rub her leg.

“Scarlet,” I said in a quiet warning tone. “I want to actually finish my dinner tonight.”

My twin grimaced at me. I mimicked her own grimace back at her. At least some things never changed.

After dinner, I left a despondent Ariadne at the door of her new room. I wished her good luck, and she gave me a hug. There was no sign of Violet.

I had one of the school’s traditional lukewarm baths and then climbed into bed – almost climbing into the wrong one, as I instinctively walked towards Scarlet’s.

“Mine,” she reminded me from the dressing table, where she was brushing out her hair.

I folded myself into the sheets, exhausted. I half-wondered if any of Ariadne’s collection of sweets remained under the bed.

Scarlet turned a new page in her notebook and started writing, her hand moving quickly across the page. I smiled sleepily. I could’ve only imagined this sight a few months ago. When she put the book away, she saw me watching. “Nosy,” she laughed.

I laughed back. “Need I remind you that reading your diary was the most important thing I ever did?”

My twin grinned at me. “Doesn’t mean you can make a habit of it.” She came and stood at my bedside, yawning in her nightgown. “Budge up.”

“Eh? I thought you said you wanted your old bed back?”

“I know what I said. But just this once I—” She looked at the floor.

“Want to know you’re not alone,” I finished. We’d always slept in the same bed when we were little.

Scarlet nodded, looking unusually sheepish.

“Oh, all right. But please don’t snore.” I moved over, leaving just enough room for her.

We went to sleep, back to back, a perfect mirror image once again.

The morning bell rang out and I sat up in bed with a jolt.

Scarlet was already up and pulling on her school dress. She prodded me gently on the shoulder. “Lazy bones!”

I pushed her away playfully and wriggled out of the bed sheets. The air was chilly on my skin. I rubbed my eyes. “Wait. Do I have a uniform now?”

She nodded and flung open the wardrobe to reveal a uniform that matched hers. At least someone had thought of that – perhaps it was Miss Finch? Thank goodness someone was still looking out for us.

I got changed as Scarlet darted around the room putting things in her satchel, humming a tune. I dreaded having to pretend that I was a new pupil again. I’d spent so long pretending that I wasn’t new. How could my twin be so carefree, after all that had happened? Sometimes I felt as though I understood her, and other times she was like a complete stranger.

As I sat down at the dressing table to lace up my shoes I caught sight of myself in the chipped mirror. Scarlet, I thought immediately. But my twin moved behind me, breaking the spell. No, Ivy, I had to remind myself. I was me again. I wasn’t sure if there was a me to go back to, though. I’d spent so long pretending to be Scarlet that maybe the old Ivy had faded away.

Later, Scarlet enthusiastically ate her breakfast, gulping down the lumpy porridge that I felt quite sure she hated. I was puzzled at her cheerful manner, but gave up worrying about it when Ariadne sat down next to me.

“How was Violet?” I asked.

My friend shrugged, and she looked as puzzled as I did. “I honestly don’t know. It was like she wasn’t even there. I kept trying to talk to her, I really did, but she didn’t say anything. I just went to sleep in the end.”

“Strange. I missed having you in room thirteen.” I noticed Scarlet frowning at that. I realised I shouldn’t have been talking about Ariadne and I previously sharing a room as I wasn’t even supposed to have been at the school, but everyone else was too busy chatting amongst themselves to notice.

Ariadne sighed. “If only we could all stay together. If I had a genie, I’d wish for it.”

“Don’t waste your wishes,” I warned her. “You could wish for us not to have to go to this school.”

“Or for a million pounds,” said Scarlet, pointing a spoonful of porridge at me. “No one could tell us what to do if we had a million pounds.”

“I bet Mr Bartholomew could,” I said. We all thought about it for a moment, and then shuddered. There was just something about him, in his words and his voice and the jerky way he moved. I felt sure that he was someone we didn’t want to cross.