Odious. Definitely odious. The man had insulted her to her face--the fact that he'd done so in a language he did not expect her to understand didn't make it any better. An insult was an insult.

Honestly, Hampden sounded like the sort of place Susan might have liked, in terms of being able to tailor curriculum--if she'd had a choice at school, she wouldn't have subjected herself to Literature or History. It wasn't until the mess with the glass clock that she'd had even a glimmer of interest in history, and even then it was because she'd finally noticed just how weird the history of the Discworld actually was.

"All of you," she said. "Your little group. I've heard only a few passing words from Henry and Camilla about school, about the classes you took and the things you did." They would all have been so young, then--twenty, twenty-one? "What little I've heard sounds interesting, but neither of them really volunteer information, and I haven't wanted to ask." What made her feel it was all right to ask Charles, she didn't know, but somehow he projected a different...vibe...than Camilla and Henry. Whether illusory or not, there was something a little more open about him than there was about the others.