That night, Class Two's dormitory was
home to twenty young(ish) women, one (invisible) anthropomorphic
personification – and one piece of clockwork.
"It's not fair!" Esme
Something declared stridently from where she lay, ticking softly, on
her bed. "The paperwork asked what you wanted to be brought back
as, right? Well, I wanted to be in the City Watch!"
"Don't blame you," Tisea
murmured, and Saphie nodded in agreement. They were both Vimes
lusters (although Saphie also had other tastes), and Phoebe found it
hard to keep herself from nodding along. Esme... probably would have
scowled, had her face been anything other than the sort with numbers.
"So I put it down, and what do
they make me? A freaking timepiece!"
"You may have meant... what you
said," Raen said quietly, cleaning her nails with a butter knife
(a substitute for the daggers she hadn't been allowed to bring), "but
what you wrote..."
"... was just 'Watch', I know,"
Esme finished in a disgusted tone. "I didn't know they'd take it
like that!"
"Should've been more careful,
then," Nenya murmured. "Words are important, you know."