The following day, Finch confiscated Rob's cell phone.
Well, he didn't so much confiscate Rob's cell phone, as confiscate everyone's cell phone, And he didn't so much "confiscate" as "borrow the entire classroom's phones for a probability demonstration". But the result was the same.
The students were very chatty that day. "Mr. Swift, Sir, when is Ms. Fletcher coming back?"
"Not soon enough, sad to say." Finch answered, in what he hoped was a humorous tone.
"Why, Sir, don't you like us?" Asked Sam Black, all feigned innocence. Nearly all the marks were in that particular classroom - all except Severin.
Finch smiled at Sam. "Feebleminded delinquents such as yourselves? Well... I suppose I do appreciate your creativity." He held up Sam's pop quiz, which sported a very obvious 10/10 at the top, but also featured a highly competent drawing - or rather, caricature - of Finch himself.
Sam and Joan grinned broadly, but Finch could see Rob reddening at Sam's impertinence. Peter, meanwhile, only seemed unsure.
*
Finch looked over the cloned phone over lunch.
What he found genuinely startled him. Rob appeared to have created many of the apps himself (or in collaboration?) and the phone appeared to serve as the hub of some kind of organization. Whatever his involvement in the east coast drug trade, it was long-standing, and it involved some meticulous planning.
One of the apps Finch found was called "Marauder's Map", which appeared to show the position of each of the four companions at all times. How Rob had gotten the iphone GPS to that level of precision was anybody's guess. And he had to have drawn and implemented the maps of Owlsgate himself. Finch could see them moving in the dining hall - a tiny icon representing each one of them.
Parts of Rob's calendar were obviously written in code, and the text messages were suspiciously respectable.
*
Over dinner, Finch cornered Rob's chemistry teacher.
"The Little kid? What do I know about him?" Ms. Brown looked at Finch suspiciously.
"Yes, he's been quiet in class, and his results have been very reliable but I wondered if perhaps I should give him some more advanced material..."
"Oh. You mean you don't know?"
Finch raised an eyebrow.
Ms. Brown continued: "Rob's family - well, his uncle was convicted of producing and selling designer drugs in 2011."
"...Oh." Finch did not know what to say.
"Many of the parents... Well, Rob wouldn't even have been admitted here, if it hadn't been for the headmaster. He's very principled, you might say."
FILL: all the things we don't talk about, Reese/Finch, 28/?
Well, he didn't so much confiscate Rob's cell phone, as confiscate everyone's cell phone, And he didn't so much "confiscate" as "borrow the entire classroom's phones for a probability demonstration". But the result was the same.
The students were very chatty that day. "Mr. Swift, Sir, when is Ms. Fletcher coming back?"
"Not soon enough, sad to say." Finch answered, in what he hoped was a humorous tone.
"Why, Sir, don't you like us?" Asked Sam Black, all feigned innocence. Nearly all the marks were in that particular classroom - all except Severin.
Finch smiled at Sam. "Feebleminded delinquents such as yourselves? Well... I suppose I do appreciate your creativity." He held up Sam's pop quiz, which sported a very obvious 10/10 at the top, but also featured a highly competent drawing - or rather, caricature - of Finch himself.
Sam and Joan grinned broadly, but Finch could see Rob reddening at Sam's impertinence. Peter, meanwhile, only seemed unsure.
*
Finch looked over the cloned phone over lunch.
What he found genuinely startled him. Rob appeared to have created many of the apps himself (or in collaboration?) and the phone appeared to serve as the hub of some kind of organization. Whatever his involvement in the east coast drug trade, it was long-standing, and it involved some meticulous planning.
One of the apps Finch found was called "Marauder's Map", which appeared to show the position of each of the four companions at all times. How Rob had gotten the iphone GPS to that level of precision was anybody's guess. And he had to have drawn and implemented the maps of Owlsgate himself. Finch could see them moving in the dining hall - a tiny icon representing each one of them.
Parts of Rob's calendar were obviously written in code, and the text messages were suspiciously respectable.
*
Over dinner, Finch cornered Rob's chemistry teacher.
"The Little kid? What do I know about him?" Ms. Brown looked at Finch suspiciously.
"Yes, he's been quiet in class, and his results have been very reliable but I wondered if perhaps I should give him some more advanced material..."
"Oh. You mean you don't know?"
Finch raised an eyebrow.
Ms. Brown continued: "Rob's family - well, his uncle was convicted of producing and selling designer drugs in 2011."
"...Oh." Finch did not know what to say.
"Many of the parents... Well, Rob wouldn't even have been admitted here, if it hadn't been for the headmaster. He's very principled, you might say."
"I see."