"I was just about to get up when Dad rushed into the kitchen. He was in pajamas, which was totally bizarre. Dad never came down to breakfast until he was completely dressed. Of course, his pajamas even had a little pocket and handkerchief, so maybe he felt dressed. He had a sheet of paper in his hands and was staring at it, his eyes wide. "James," Aislinn acknowledged. "You're up kind of late this morning. Is Grace sleeping in, too?" Dad glanced up, and I could swear he blushed. :"Hmm? Oh. Yes. Well. In any case. Um...to the point at hand." "Leave Dad alone," I told Aislinn. "His Britishness is short-circuiting." Instead of being grossed out, I was weirdly happy at the thought of my parents being all...whatever (okay, I was a grossed out). In fact, their apparent reconciliation was maybe the one good thing to come out of this whole mess. Well, that and saving the world, obviously. Dad shook his head and held out the papers. "I didn't come down here to discuss my personal...relations. I came here because this arrived from the Council this morning. I sat back in my chair. "The Council? Like, the Council? But they don't even exist anymore. Maybe you're wrong. Maybe it's the Council For What Breakfast Cereals You Should-" "Sophia," Dad said, stopping me with a look. "Sorry. Freaked out." He gave a little smile. "I know that, darling. And to be perfectly honest, perhaps you should be." He handed the papers to me, and I saw it was some kind of official letter. It was addressed to Dad, but I saw my name in the first paragraph. I laid it on the table so no one would see my hands shake. "Did this come by owl?" I muttered. "Please tell me it came-" "Sophie!" nearly everyone in the kitchen shouted. Even Archer was exasperated, "Come on, Mercer." I took a deep breath and started to read. When I got about halfway down the page, I stopped, my eyes going wide, my heart racing. I looked back at Dad. "Are they serious?" "I believe that they are." I read the words again. "Holy hell weasel."