Alice rose early Saturday morning, so early, in fact, that she interrupted Mr. Numbers and Mary playing their usual game of chess. By the time she’d gotten in the night before, everyone was sleeping, so there’d been no opportunity to give anyone a run-down of what transpired on her date. Even a year ago she might have kept the incident to herself, but after everything with Vince she’d decided that keeping the higher ups abreast of what happened was for the best. She gave Mr.
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“You should walk more to the center of the room,” Galvanize advised. “So there’s space to move about.”
“If you say so,” Owen complied. He wasn’t too worried about needing to dodge, but stranger things had happened in his life. A few large steps brought him to the center of the unobstructed area, with ample space around him. Hexcellent made no such motions.
“Aren’t you coming?” Owen called to the dark-hair woman.
“I don’t get my hands dirty, I’ve got people for that,” Hexcellent replied. “Let me demonstrate.”
Dawn procrastinated enough watching TV and reading webcomics that she was still halfway through wrapping her dad’s present when she heard her parents’ car in the driveway. She hastily positioned herself so that if he came through the back door like usual, at least her body would be blocking him from seeing the gift right away.
“Well shit,” Alice sighed. “That does put kind of a damper on things.”
It had taken nearly an hour, but Nicholas had finally regained enough motor control to talk with Alice, and the first thing he’d told her with his rediscovered eloquence was the vital piece of information he’d tried to impart during the battle.
After dinner, Edie wanted to go back to her room and read, maybe look online for a pattern to go with her interesting linen yarn, but her sister Leah stopped her from going upstairs by grabbing her wrist as she started to step up. “Don’t leave again, Edith!”
Surprised, Edie stopped and turned, even though Leah was still hanging on to her wrist. “I’m not going anywhere! Just up to my room.”
Leah nodded. “Exactly. You’re always going and sitting by yourself. Well, I missed you and I don’t want you to hide away!”
Corrie slid her tray of crescent rolls into the oven just as her mom came in with two boxes of matches—one of long matches, one of regular ones—and a smile on her face. “The sun is just about to set.”
Corrie looked out the window to confirm her mother’s words, then reached for one of the boxes of matches. Before she took any, though, she stopped herself. “Wait! You two do matches. I’ll light the candles with magic.”
“Are you sure?” her grandmother asked, her eyes widening.
After a lot more shopping (and a lot more sugar consumption) Steph finally dropped Dawn off at her house. Dawn hugged her goodbye and told her how much fun she’d had and made the polite agreement to see each other again, but her heart felt heavy as she waved to Steph driving off in her car. It was too strange to have friends she was keeping so many secrets from. At school there were all sorts of people she had to keep the faeries secret from, but she always had her friends to talk to.
That Friday, Vince’s Close Combat trial was the final first round test for any of the Melbrook students. Mary and Alice had both placed exceptionally well in all of theirs, with Mary dominating Focus and Alice easily crushing her adversaries in Control. Vince had fared decently in Ranged Combat, however his imprecise and somewhat slow shots had left him well-outstripped by the quicker students. Aware of his need to impress those watching, Vince walked into Friday’s class ready to fight the devil himself if needed.
The foggy landscape billowed on as far as the eyes could see. It was nothing, not land, not foliage, not even light, only white fog curling about. The fallen cloud danced and swirled, despite the lack of wind, sometimes as low as the knee while in other places as high as a hip. In every direction it stretched, an endless sea of smoky white mist.