Memory looked up, then opened her book, flint-grey eyes staring into it, reading quickly. The pages turned at an alarming rate, and she would be done by the time they got to the sch—

The book shut, with Memory having stored it in her mind. The book report would be a breeze. She looked at her brother, who had fallen asleep. She rolled her eyes and sunk lower in her seat, praying her brother wouldn’t snore.

Nobody could really figure out what was wrong with the two, maybe it was that they spoke a little too fast. Maybe it was because they liked newts a bit too much. Perhaps it was that they read too fast.

Whatever it was, it was hard to place.