"You know what you could tell them," Greta says, with just a hint of mischief in her smile, "is that you've outgrown it. It wouldn't even be a lie." She hadn't been wearing it at Brynmor for all that long -- certainly not long enough for anyone else to have noticed that the coat was a perpetual perfect fit. As far as any of them are concerned, it was only a matter of time before she'd outgrow it.

And if her teachers merely think it was an odd, childish affectation, well. It wouldn't be the only one they'd seen.