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They all looked at each other, wondering whether the knock was something to be worried about or anything to do with what they had just been discussion. At least, Edie was. She’d known faerie magic to affect the weather on campus before, with the fog—what if they’d caused this snow and were now coming to talk to her about her plans to go looking for her great-grandmother?
After a moment, Corrie hopped up and answered the door. She sounded perfectly cheerful when she said, “Oh! Hi, Roe! Come on in. Did you bring any extra food to share?”
Before long, they had all the food shared out, so everyone had some of everything that they wanted—vegetarian bacon, toast, peanut butter, and chicken noodle soup. Edie was enjoying the crunch of the bacon, and she thought it tasted pretty good. Corrie was talking about going down to the common room to make some tea with the kettle there.
“Are you a vegetarian, Annie?” Dawn asked. “I never noticed.”
Once Edie was dressed and had combed her hair, while Corrie and Derwen were still out of the room, she turned her computer on to check on the weather. There were a few sites that she knew would give useful information, but none of them seemed to be clear on whether or not the storm was a surprise. Some of them were talking about the storm as though it was a normal winter event in the area—which, to be fair, it was—and some were talking about it as though it was an entirely unprecedented amount of snow and everyone should be completely freaked out by it.
Saturday, January 22
Edie woke up to the sound of Corrie cursing. This was a fairly unfamiliar sound, so she wasn’t sure what it was at first; she reached for her alarm and tried to turn it off, but nothing happened. That helped her wake up a little further and realize that the shape moving in the darkness was her roommate, and that was where the noise was coming from.
Edie had gotten used to magic class. She was definitely enjoying it, and she sat with Derwen and Darcy, not having to talk to anyone else except for Ginny. They had discussions in class, but nothing that meant she had to talk directly to people. So by Friday, she’d forgotten about the small danger lurking in her class.
But after class that day, she heard someone calling her. “Hey, Edie!” She turned, puzzled, and her heart sank to see Chris jogging up to her. But she couldn’t pretend she hadn’t heard now, so she forced a smile onto her face.
“What’s up, Chris?”
Edie had finished her homework, so after dinner that night, she headed back to her room with Corrie and sat down on her bed to read. She’d gotten some of the books on faeries out of the library, making sure to do it before Derwen arrived so she wouldn’t see it. Dawn could probably see her records in the library system if she wanted to, but Edie thought it was unlikely that she would try. And she kept the cover hidden from Corrie—not that she was likely to be able to read it from across the room, since it was such an old book that the title was almost the same color as the binding.
Almost as soon as Edie, Corrie, and Derwen had agreed to go look for Edie’s great-grandmother that weekend, Roe appeared at the end of the table and asked to sit down, and since Edie didn’t want to discuss the plan with too many other people, she changed the subject to how their magic classes were going.
For art class that day, they were practicing shading. The professor put a wooden ball in the center of each of the large tables they were using and shone a bright light from an angle. Then he told them to draw the ball, but not just to make a circle with their pencils or charcoal—they were to build it up by just showing where the shadow was and leaving the light areas white.
“So what class is it that you’re off to now?” Roe asked Corrie.
“It doesn’t start right away, but I have my art class,” Corrie said. “Design Fundamentals. Naomi said it was boring, but I’m finding it pretty fun so far. Maybe a little repetitive, but I don’t mind. I’m learning stuff I didn’t really know anything about. No one in my family has been artistic, really.”
“Well, it’s cool that you get to do that, then,” said Roe. “I’m going to head back to Gilkey. You coming?”
“Nah, I’ll just stick around here,” Corrie said. “See you at dinner.”
Corrie stared at the spoon, a little nervous. Professor Rook hadn’t given them any specific instructions. But if it was all mental power, then all she had to do was think and make it work, right? If she even had the ability. Suddenly she was doubting herself, because she wasn’t sure where to begin.