Edie wanted to ask for the three of them to be updated on what the magic professors decided about keeping the students safe, but decided that might be asking too much. They hurried out of the room, leaving the two faeries behind them. The professors probably had to discuss things that they didn’t want the students to overhear.
“Wow,” said Corrie, once they were heading down the stairs. “I thought we were going to be in more trouble than that.”
“I think Professor Lal knows you can’t stop us from doing stuff,” Dawn said. “Either that, or she’s saving our punishment for later.”
Professor Lal nodded, not appearing to be upset or surprised—though Edie wondered what she would see if she touched a four-leaf clover right now. “I thought not,” Professor Lal said. “Perhaps later, when we are not within earshot of students, I will ask you to explain your reasons.”
“I have explained my reasons,” Professor Strega said. “All you would tell me is that it was not possible. Evidently, you were wrong.”
“Evidently,” said Professor Lal. “You realize, I am certain, that you are putting us in a difficult position.”
Professor Lal didn’t seem to know the answer to Professor Strega’s question. She shook her head and did not speak.
Edie took a deep breath. “I think Elrath is the only one who might know. We originally talked to him because we were looking for information about the treaty, and Tom said that Elrath was the only faerie he knew of who might have been around back then.” She suspected that Professor Lal already knew, or had guessed, that they had been looking for information about the treaty for Professor Strega.
Professor Strega jumped to her feet. “You knew of this all the time, did you not? And yet made attempts to interfere with my life?”
“No, I did not know,” Professor Lal said, frowning. “I did not know of Elrath’s part of the story. And I believe I am still missing a piece. Why don’t we all go upstairs, where we can sit and converse more comfortably?”
Edie wasn’t sure she wanted to do that. In fact, she was pretty sure she would prefer to leave Professor Lal and Professor Strega alone to work this out. But it didn’t look like the professors were going to give them a choice.
Edie saw that the sun was noticeably lower, but hadn’t set, when they left Elrath’s dorm building. Professor Strega would still be in the magic building, presumably. Without discussing it, all three lengthened their strides.
“Should I stay out here?” Corrie asked as they approached the magic building.
Elrath scowled at her. “Watch what you say, little half-breed.”
He clearly meant to insult Edie, but she ignored it. “Part of the treaty is that faeries are not supposed to harm humans. Isn’t that right?”
He shrugged. “I suppose.”
The club Alice had chosen, Dashabout, was higher scale than many of the dives they’d visited, or in a few cases, were working at. It was frequented not just by lowly college students out to score cheap drinks and get laid, but also by an older, more sophisticated crowd of graduates… who were looking to score cheap drinks and get laid. The fake ID’s Nick had proved the previous year came in handy, as the bouncers actually looked at the identification presented to them, rather than merely making sure it was plastic and rectangular.
“I’m not coming out,” Chad said, his voice echoing through the Melbrook common room despite speaking through the closed door to boy’s lounge. “I was misled on my costume and I feel it is inappropriate to walk around in.”
“Don’t be such a spoilsport,” Angela called. Her own costume was a mystery, as she was wearing a long blue robe over the length of her body. The only clue the others had was that her blonde hair was teased up in a messy bundle. Otherwise, she was totally concealed.
So, as many of you know, for the last 6 months or so I’ve been spending all my time working full-time on books, meaning I’ve been effectively working from home for half a year. Despite what many people, myself included, think about this situation, it actually turns out to be a lot different than I anticipated. How? Well, for starters:I still set an alarm clock
The bar was full for a late-October weekday, but not so packed that empty seats were unobtainable. Some were unoccupied only for a moment, while others seemed to have a cloud of danger wafting over them, driving away all but the most determined of souls. One such table held the strongest of these auras. Though it was, ostensibly, designed to accommodate four people, only one woman was currently seated there. She sipped slowly on a glass of white wine as she flipped idly through the pages in her book.