Levitating with Luna

The end of the weekend is here, and I can’t wait for tomorrow.  Not only because this week has been a slow grind through Hell and back, and I never really felt like I rested up from my Indiana to Pennsylvania trip.  Nor is it because the program I’m working on is a total bore and I’d rather be looking for a camera tripod.

No, tomorrow I’m off to see a doctor to start my hormone therapy treatment.  The letter from my therapist is in hand–the one that says, “Yeah, really a girl, give her the treatment,”–and the lab work is finished.  I just show up, get a little examination and a lecture, and then . . . well, I’m not sure about that either, though I’ll probably get some hormones and needles and have to learn to give myself a shot in the leg.

Eh, I’ve done worse.  I’ll find a way to get through it.

And I'll be like this, leaping for joy, not sure if it's because I'm getting hormones or if I'm in an ad for a feminine hygine product.

And I’ll be like this, leaping for joy, not sure if it’s because I’m getting hormones or if I’m in an ad for a feminine hygiene product.

Tomorrow is also the first day of summer, so starting this new step on the solstice is sort of–well, it’s something the kids at my school would do, those little Pagan Witches in Training.  You go kids!

I was up early again, which sucks because I was up early the morning before, and last night was a complete struggle when it came to writing.  I actually fell asleep for a few minutes because I was nodding off, and I truly hope it isn’t like that tonight because (1) I need to get in the next part of this scene, which is going to be good, and (2) I need sleep, which I’m not getting if I’m getting up early every morning.  Busy day tomorrow and a lot of driving; don’t need to be groggy at the wheel–again.

But I haz levitation.  For sure.  It really works.  At least in my story . . .


(All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)

Rivânia was up next, and she became methodical with her Art. She levitated one plush, then a second, and a third, then pulled them towards her and put then into a slow orbit around her head. The moment her plushes were in place Wednesday asked her to levitate a fourth so it could join the ones she was already controlling. She took her time getting the next plush into the air so she wouldn’t lose the others, and though it took nearly five minutes, eventually there were four plushes dancing around her smiling face.

Then, as soon as Rivânia was back in here seat, Wednesday’s voice seemed extra loud. “Okay, Kerry: get up there and show us how you got Annie to do this.”


Those girls from Uruguay–she should be in the World Cup.  “Hey, how did that ball just float over our heads?”  I’m sure it happens.

But how did the Kid from Wales do?  Well . . .


He took his time walking up to the line four meters from the table. He stared at the table for almost minute; Annie figured her was visualizing a plush lifting off the table and traveling through the air towards him. Eventually he raised his hand and began crafting the spell—

A minute later nothing had happened. Kerry stood on the line, the plushes remained on the table.

He stepped back and shook out his hands. Annie recognized his minor disappointment, but she also saw that he wasn’t about to give up. A few moments later he was back on the line, this time with his left hand up and his arm slightly extended. He started at the table, his eyes and mind and will focused on the table—

One of the plushes, a blue cat with a crescent moon on its forehead, rose a few centimeters off the table. It moved towards him almost a meter, then wavered, rose a few more centimeters, and dropped to the floor.

There were a couple of “Awws” from the students. Wednesday didn’t seem that bothered by his failure, however. “It’s okay—” She flipped here right finger and the plush flew off the floor and returned to the table. “Give it another shot, Kerry. We got lots of time.”

He tried a second time and failed a second time. He also failed a third time, but this time he cocked his fists and pumped them into the air as he laughed at his own failure. Come the fourth time and the cat plush lifted off the table and drew it slowly towards him. A few times it appeared it might fall to the floor, but with every waver Kerry adjusted the spell, moving his body and hands as if he were throwing his whole body into his Art. The plush floated into his hands; he closed them around the toy, then turned to the class and took a dramatic bow. “And that . . . is how you do it.”

“Sure is.” Wednesday nodded towards the table. “Now levitate it back.”

Kerry did, needing only two attempts to complete the task. As soon as the plush was in place on the table, he did a little skip in place, then literally danced over to Annie. “Yes, yes, yes.” He slid into his chair, then quickly leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.


There he goes with all that kissy stuff again.  Keep doing that, kid, and people are going to talk.

In case you didn’t notice it, the plush Kerry levitated is a Sailor Moon Luna Cat plush.  No one takes Wednesday for an anime fan, but one never knows.  Wait until you hear her family backstory, which comes up in the next scene.  It’s a little something I came up with at work when I was sitting around thinking about writing this program I’m suppose to write, and my mind went, “But you know what would be better?  Interesting family histories for the little witch.  Go for it.”  And I did.  And you’ll just have to wait.

And least you think someone else escaped from the Levitation goodness:


Annie barely had time to blush before Wednesday interrupted the moment. “Now that one half of Cernunnos Coven has proved they can levitate, let’s see what the other half can do. Annie . . . you’re up.”

This was the moment that Annie had feared since entering the room. She’d learned a long time ago how to submerge her feelings and keep people guessing as to what was going on in her mind and body. Right now she was standing before seven people—only two of whom she felt comfortable with watching her craft this particular spell.

She steeled herself and prepared to do magic.


That’s where I left off.  Tonight I get back in to having Annie do her thing.  It gets interesting.  I know.  I’ve already worked it out.

I never do anything nice . . . and easy.