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Saturday, January 29
Saturday morning dawned cold, but clear and windless. Corrie smiled to herself as she ran through the dim, icy morning. This was some of her favorite weather to run in—cold enough that she didn’t warm herself up until she’d been running for a bit, but clear, with no snow, no rain, and plenty of sun. Though, of course, with how early she liked to run, “plenty of sun” wasn’t quite accurate while it was still January. There was a little bit of sun, peeking at her through the leafless trees. It was enough.
“So did anybody check the weather for this weekend?” asked Corrie once they had all gotten their food and were seated at the table. She’d gotten lasagna, even though it would never be as good as at Feninni’s; at least it was warm and filling. “I meant to do that but I keep forgetting. But it probably won’t snow, if the clear sky today is anything to go by.”
“I actually did check,” said Edie. “It’s supposed to warm up a little, finally. Highs of like fifty and fifty-one.”
“Oh, thank goodness,” said Derwen. “I am so sick of this awful cold.”
They hung around the exhibition for a while, looking at everything all over again. Corrie thought it had gotten a lot more interesting with the actual piece of Chatoyant College faerie history. If only they could find the rest of the treaty, they would know exactly how it worked.
The four of them looked through the yearbooks for a while longer. Derwen kept hinting that she might have been in one of them, so Corrie kept looking, though she didn’t find her. “I have free time,” she said. “I can keep looking through them until I find you. I’ll work on it every week.”
Derwen laughed and shook her head. “Okay, I admit it. I’m not in any of these. I wasn’t around that long ago. But I thought you would have recognized Mardalan.”
“Mardalan is in here?” exclaimed Corrie, bending over the yearbook with renewed interest. “You didn’t tell me that!”
“Wow!” said Corrie as they walked in. The rest of the crowd was fairly quiet, but starting to talk as they looked around. “I didn’t know there was going to be an exhibition on the history of the college!”
“No one did,” said Dawn, rolling her eyes. “Except the people who worked on it, of course.”
Derwen grinned and shrugged. “Sorry. They made me keep it a secret.”
“So this is your big secret,” said Edie. She shook her head. “Why was it a secret? Were they afraid people would come and mess up the exhibit while they were building it?”
Friday, January 28
Over the week, the weather warmed up bit by bit, but the snow still took a very long time to melt. By Friday, though, it had gone enough that the pathways were usable again, it was easy to get in and out of the parking lot, and the roads were perfectly clear. No more classes had been canceled since Monday, and it hadn’t snowed again.
Dawn met up with Corrie before their magic class, and they walked together, both a little uncertain. The sun was bright and Dawn did think it was a little warmer than it had been earlier—or maybe it was just that the wind had died down. But did Professor Strega’s thirty degrees count the wind chill?
“Look,” said Corrie, lifting her hand. “I think it is starting to warm up. The snow is melting a little.”
After breakfast, since Dawn didn’t have anywhere she had to be yet, she walked over to the library. It was weird not having worked her shift yesterday; she wanted to be sure she would be able to work tomorrow. And to make sure she hadn’t missed anything important yesterday. She knew she would have been told if she’d had to come in, but she wondered if anyone had gone to the library at all.
A path to the library had been shoveled; that was a good sign. She bent her head against the wind that cut through between the buildings and hurried along the path to the door.
Monday, January 24
By the morning, paths had been cleared from every building to every other building on campus, and the streets and parking lot had been plowed. However, the delivery of food to the dining hall never occurred; Corrie and Charlie drove out to buy pizza for everyone, and that was what they ate.
Rico might not have been as good as Corrie at setting the snow on fire, but he could still do it. They were able to dig a wider path that way, with the two of them standing side-by-side to melt the snow, and then four others attacking the slushy snow with shovels. By the time Dawn noticed her hands were starting to get sore from shoveling, and she stepped back to stretch them while her friend and boyfriend melted some snow, she realized that they were also very close to the dining hall.
“We’re almost there already,” she remarked to Lorelei.