‘Mrs. Spindle? A moment?’
Celeste Spindle aka Suction-Woman jumped. She managed to catch her breath before she pulled the Headmistress, Magnificat Jameson aka Weave-Wonder, off her feet. ‘Sorry. Miles away.’
‘It’s Horace. I felt we needed a word.’
Celeste’s second heart sank pulling her first out of kilter. ‘Yes?’
‘He’s being rather disruptive.’
‘Really?’ Though Celeste wasn’t surprised. ‘Are his powers not developing?’
‘It’s not that. We all feel he has the makings of a fine superhero. It’s just recently he’s away in this dream world…’
‘Take yesterday. He told Marvelette there’s a planet full of people without superpowers and they use machines.’
‘No!’ Celeste covered her mouth as the Head ducked, narrowly avoiding some flying garbage.
‘Careful dear. Now, are there problems at home? How’s Gerald’s job hunt?’
Celeste frowned. ‘It’s hard. Super-strength isn’t enough these days. He needs finesse. He’ll have to retrain.’
‘I just wondered. Do you think he’s watching something, erm, inappropriate that Horace might have seen?’
Celeste felt her face burn. ‘What do you mean?’
‘I’ve heard there this new download. Life on Dull, full of graphic images of men using lawn-cutting machines and women in a box making food. Has he…’ Mrs. Jameson’s goggled as Celeste sucked in a large breath, ripping a climbing frame from its moorings, sending it bouncing towards the sandpit.
‘How dare you.’ Celeste gasped and sent the rocking crocodile spiraling past the soccer nets.
Mrs. Jameson sighed. This always happened on Tuesdays. Waving to the Head of Maths aka Gag-o-God they contained Celeste’s rippling lips and wove her a protective net. ‘Put her in Lost Parents, please. Horace can collect her after school. He can use that wheeled thing he brought.’ She smiled at her colleague. ‘Hopefully, next time she sounds off, she won’t hurt anyone.’