Roald hesitated for a moment before knocking on Neal’s door. Second year pages didn’t usually go to a first year page for advice, but Neal was no ordinary first year, and Roald had been taking him skinned knees since he was small.
The older boy sprawled on the bed, a book in one hand being held open with a finger to mark his place. He was still wearing the mourning he’d have to exchange for his page’s uniform before the day was out.
“There’s going to be a girl page,” Roald blurted out without preamble. “How do I tell Kally?”