Jesper hovered in the hallway like an anxious buzzard.
‘Elion’s using my desk,’ he hissed at Evelyn.
‘Yes,’ she said. When Jesper was in a snit, it was best to smile and nod and let him get on with it.
‘My desk! with my stuff on! Which he moved,’ he wrung his hands.
‘it was just a mug. A mug that was supporting life, but…’ Jesper looked so het up about it that she patted his shoulder. ‘You can put it back?’
‘I could always use a hand,’ Elion said, more a polite reminder that the walls were thin, than a genuine request.