Edie and Dawn hurried back to Gilkey. They didn’t have to discuss what they were going to do next; they would show Corrie the map and discuss it with her. Edie opened the door to the room she shared with Corrie without knocking and was surprised to see Roe in there with her roommate.
“Oh, hey, guys,” said Roe, looking up at them—she was sitting in Corrie’s desk chair while Corrie sat on her bed. “What’s up?”
While Edie was still staring at the paper in her hands and trying to think about what to do next, Dawn spoke. “Do you have any updates for us? Why did you ask to meet us?”
“I do have some information,” said Professor Strega. “Edith, your great-grandmother.”
Edie looked up from the paper, her heart pounding. Was she going to finally get some solid information? “Yes?”
“I have been able to confirm that she existed, this Ailish Pomerantz, and that she was truly a faerie.”
Saturday, March 5
Over the next few days, Edie worked on reading and studying the fragments of treaty that she had. What she read only served to confuse her. It was clear that by the time the college had been founded, the spelling of French had been standardized; the words in the treaty should have been reasonably legible to her. But they weren’t.
That evening, Edie headed into the dining hall alone, but she’d barely walked in when she saw Roe, excitedly waving to her from a table. She grinned and waved back, then made her way over to the table, where Corrie, Dawn, Derwen, and Annie were also sitting.
“Come sit down,” said Roe eagerly. “I was just about to tell Derwen about the vision I had of her, but since you were in it, too, I’m glad you showed up.”
The professor had them sit back in their circle and passed out scripts of a few pages each. Edie looked down at hers. It read, “The Clouds and the Sky: Act 2, Scene 1.” The girl sitting next to her had a different one—“Underneath It All: Act 1, Scene 3.”
These must be the plays from the playwriting class, which the professor had told them they would be performing at the end of the semester. She’d never heard of these titles before, and if that was the case, it would explain why they had scenes from two different plays. Not to mention that they were out of context.
Wednesday, March 2
Edie had to put the book away in order to walk from lunch to her theater class. She’d been reading in almost every spare moment since Dawn had brought her the three books last night. It was nice to have a book that engrossed her again, since she’d finished reading all of the books that Corrie’s mom had loaned her.
Finally they all finished eating and headed back toward Gilkey. It was another frosty night, and Edie wondered if it would snow again. She hoped not—she was getting sick of the cold and the snow, and she definitely didn’t want her plans for research to be disrupted by weather. Then again, if she had time off from class she might have more time to work on the translations.
Roe wanted Corrie to come to her room so they could work on practicing psychometry for Professor Rook, but Corrie said she had too much other homework to do. Edie was relieved.
Edie and Derwen were indeed early for dinner, but they had only just gotten their food when Corrie and Annie turned up and joined them at their table. Edie did get a salad and concentrated on eating it, not having any idea what to talk about with Derwen for the few minutes the two of them were alone at the table. They had exhausted everything there was to say about their magic class, and while she considered the faerie a friend, none of the things that were on her mind right now were things she could—or wanted to—share with Derwen.
They studied for a while, going through the text and stopping to ask each other questions. There were a couple of things that they couldn’t understand—or at least, weren’t sure they understood in the way that the author intended it—even after talking it over together, so Edie wrote down the questions in her notebook to ask Ginny the next day in class. It was always good to have a couple of questions prepared in case Ginny called on one of them or no one else in the class had anything to say.
Edie hurried to the library with her book recommendations. Usually she stopped by her dorm room after French class, maybe had a snack, and took her time so she wouldn’t be waiting around for Derwen at the library like she had the first time, but today’s schedule had worked out very neatly. She’d hoped to learn enough from her French professor to be able to start doing research at the library, so she’d already planned on going straight there.