Long night–or should I say morning? Was feeling a little emotionally out of it when I went to bed, and then I wake up at like three in the morning and having trouble getting back to bed because I’ve got a song stuck in my head and my dreams had me chased by the undead. And as soon as I manged to fall asleep–zombie dreams come after me. What did I ever do to them, other than have a couple of my students whack the hell out of them? They should learn to mellow out.
Yesterday I said I’d post the video I made for one of my Facebook groups the other day, and when you get to the end of this post you’ll see it and a bit of my messy, somewhat stark abode. But that’s at the end: there are other things in between.
So three instructors arrive, two leave, and Annie is sitting there with Kerry and Professor Arrakis, and then this happens:
(All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)
Annie was going to make a comment about the departing instructors, but Emma chose that moment to hurry over and stand across the coffee table from them. “Hi, um . . .” She turned to Kerry. “Would you like to dance?”
Kerry froze for a few second, his eyes locked upon Emma. “Um, yeah . . .” He cleared his throat twice, casting a sideways glance at Annie before continuing. “Um, I was, uh . . . I wasn’t planing on dancing—”
Annie jumped in to save her nervous boyfriend. “Kerry, go ahead. I don’t mind.”
He quickly turned to Annie as if to make certain she wasn’t playing with him. “You sure?”
She lightly touched his left hand. “Go ahead. I want to speak with Professor Arrakis anyway—” She leaned closer to him as she lowered her voice. “Girl talk, you know?”
He nodded. “Got it.” Kerry quickly rounded the table and joined Emma. “Okay, let’s do this.”
Annie was careful to note as the two walked away that he didn’t touch Emma—he placed his hand close to her back but never made contact—and kept her to his right as they headed for the dance floor. She’s not to his left; I’m the only one who ever walks on his left—
Emma: still being a buzzkill. Though Annie did let he walk away with Kerry and she didn’t throw a spell at her back before she vanished into the crowd. Because she’s talking “girl talk” with the School Seer–
“You were surprised.”
Annie looked straight ahead. “Yes.” She turned her head just enough to see her. “I was.” She finally turned her body enough that she wasn’t uncomfortable looking at the instructor. “I wasn’t expecting to hear him nearly tell Emma that he wasn’t going to dance with her.”
“He was going to say more than that; he was about to tell her that he wasn’t planing on dancing with anyone but you.” Deanna slid around so she was resting between the back and arm. “He’s changed.”
“Yes, he has.” She looked for him on the dance floor, then decided she trusted him enough that it wasn’t necessary to keep an eye on him.
“Quite a lot after his accident a couple of weeks ago.” She looked over her shoulder also searching for Emma and him. “His night in the hospital must have had a profound effect upon him.”
Annie didn’t want to speak of that night in the hospital. She didn’t want to speak of her anger at him, of her after-hours apology, and of the moments she spent in the near dark watching him sleep. Though she wanted to talk . . . “He’s so different tonight. Kerry’s always been attentive, but tonight he’s noticed so many small things . . .” She looked off to her right, towards the exit into the East Hallway. “He’s been so complementary tonight. Telling me I’m lovely, I’m beautiful . . .”
“You’re waiting to hear something else, aren’t you?”
Her eyes flickered over the seer. “Yes.”
Deanna nodded. “Perhaps—” She turned to watch the students dancing. “—he finally feels he’s worthy of giving you love.”
Annie’s attention snapped back to Deanna, her eyes filled with curiosity and interest. She knew it wasn’t an accident that the professor spoke nearly the same words that she’d spoken to Kerry that night in the hospital, telling him he was worthy of her love, and deserved all that she felt for him. “What do you know, Professor?”
Forget it, Annie. you aren’t getting anything out of her. That’s what it means to be a seer: you have all these secrets you have to keep . . . and Deanna Arrakis is very good at keeping them. This is going to cause a little back and forth between the instructor and Annie, but if you think Annie is going to learn her future while sitting at the Samhain dance, guess again.
I’m going to work on this scene right after this post goes out (at the moment it’s 7:10 AM, so figure before 7:20), because my afternoon is going to be way busy and I need to get my writing in where I can. And I want to finish this scene and get then next going because there is fun coming, I tell you, fun!
Since a lot of you asked for it, here’s my video. I’ve been asked in my Facebook group to do readings of my work, and there’s a very good possibility that’s going to happen. For now, however, enjoy this.