Her handshake is desperate, like a person with a lot in her head, but it's also somewhat practiced, skilled. Gansey suspected she came from a family not entirely unlike his own. That did not mean they were alike, but Gansey thought probably everyone was a little alike.

"This is my first term at Barton," Gansey said, propping to half-sit on the edge of a nearby desk. "The wonder hasn't quite warn off yet. That pamphlet reads like the oldest Darrow native wrote it in a fit of boredom.

"Is there something in particular you're looking for? Or would you like some general information?"