"Call me Nikki. You can't pronounce my first name like everyone else in this town," said the sixth grader with the shiny Doc Martens. Eddie ran a clammy palm over his buzzed hair. "It's kee-va, right?" Or the one where Eddie Munson and Caoimhe Brennan take drugs, fall in love, save the world, and still have time to argue over whether punk is better than metal.

Caddie doesn't need anyone concerned for her well being. Especially not Sirius Black. But he just keeps worming his way into her heart with his silver eyes and boyish charm. Damn him.