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Wed, 04/29/2015 - 9:44pm

Her beer bottle hit a rock and shattered. Pru swore, freed her arm, and then began flailing around with her hands, seeking whatever had grabbed her.

Then there was a pale face in front of her in the darkness and narrow hands were holding her wrists. “What are you doing, human?” he growled—a man’s voice, if the face was indeterminate. “Are you stupid?”

Pru stared at him. “I just wanted to know what the music was.” Then— “Human?”

She was looking at him.

She was not entirely sober, but she was not high enough to be seeing things.

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Tue, 04/28/2015 - 8:16am

"Oh," I said, "One other thing. Did you ever tell Henry that you used to call me 'Cally,' at all?"

My sister scratched her head. "Not that I can think of, why?"

"When Bianca and I found him, he said he'd been playing with 'Dahlly' and 'Cally.' That's what we called each other, for ages. It seemed strange for him to invent that."

Dahlia leaned back in her seat and folded her arms. She stared off into space, as if thinking. I tilted my head, waiting for her to go on.

"You're thinking something, I can tell."

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Sun, 04/26/2015 - 9:44pm

The party was in full swing. People were talking, laughing, dancing. Paper lanterns had been strung up between the trees. Beer and wine and joints were being passed around. A guy had his arm around Pru’s shoulders, and a girl had just offered to blow smoke into her mouth.

Pru was glad she’d found people she could get along with at Chatoyant College, and it had been nice of Jolie to bring her along, but she didn’t quite think this party was her scene.

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Wed, 04/22/2015 - 6:13pm

There was a tiny tree growing out of Pru’s hand.

She stared at it, her open mouth getting bigger and bigger as the tree grew. Like a time-lapse image, the trunk moved upward, branches pushed their way out, leaves unfurled, roots spread seeking soil.

She’d done that. With magic that came from within herself.

“Good work, Pru,” said Professor Barrett, his big, bushy eyebrows going up and his beard twitching in his version of a smile. “I knew you’d be able to get this.”

“It’s so beautiful,” she whispered.

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Tue, 04/21/2015 - 12:12pm

I waited until the kids were asleep before approaching Dahlia about what happened. We met in the kitchen, where I poured myself a glass of water.

"So, what's up?" Dahlia asked, leaning across the table. She was wearing a sweater and dark pants.

"When Henry went missing this afternoon, he wasn't in the apartment."

"Bianca said you found him in his room," Dahlia said, but her voice went up at the end, almost making it a question. She raised an eyebrow, showing that what I had said didn't make sense to her.

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Sun, 04/19/2015 - 6:45pm

“I’m fine, Dad,” Pru said, grinning as she hefted her suitcase. She was already looking around, smelling the air. Chatoyant College’s campus was even more beautiful than she’d heard. She’d grown up with trees and open land nearby, but there was just something more magical about campus.

Or maybe that was just wishful thinking. She didn’t really believe the stories she’d heard about Chatoyant College’s magic major, but it had drawn her here, and she hoped that at a school that taught magic she would find people more like herself than the boring trend-followers at her high school.

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Sun, 04/19/2015 - 9:43am
Fri, 04/17/2015 - 5:13am

"Have you seen Henry?" I asked.

Bianca looked up from the mural she was painting in the Astronomy Hub.

"Why would I have seen Henry? He's never down in this section. The doors are locked," she said, turning back to the wall and dabbing on some paint with her brush.

"Well, he wasn't in our quarters. I was making lunch for the kids, and I turned around and he was gone."

Bianca tilted her head back towards me abruptly. "Wait, you mean he's missing?" Her eyes were wide.

I nodded and she put down her paints and rushed towards me. My hands were a bit shaky.

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Wed, 04/15/2015 - 6:25pm

Edie’s eyes went big. “What?”

“That was the point of this, right?” said Corrie, pushing herself to her feet. “I mean, not shapeshifting specifically. But to see what it is that makes faeries and werewolves different. If it’s the same thing that allows faeries to go to Faerie.”

“If you can do it, then you should be able to go to Faerie,” said Dawn. “If not, I guess we’ll have to keep looking. But wouldn’t it be easier if you could shapeshift?”

“I guess so,” said Edie, standing up slowly. Corrie took her place on the bed. “What did Charlie say to do?”

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Tue, 04/14/2015 - 10:58am

I folded up the paper and put it down on the end-table beside me. I looked at my best friend, Bianca, and took a deep breath.

"We both know that's impossible. Diggory died almost two years ago. Henry is coming up on his first birthday, and even accounting for gestation his conception would have been months after Diggory's death. Perhaps you're imagining some sort of similarity, all babies seem alike to me."

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