Moments in the Silence

Well . . . I didn’t actually finish that scene last night like I mentioned I was going to.  I did manage to add twelve hundred words to the scene, but finish it?  Nope.  And Nope.  And a lot more nope as well.

But I did get the dynamic of departure set up between Annie and Kerry a little more, particularly with the addition of another person . . .

 

All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)

He kissed her back. “Yep.” Kerry hugged her against his body. “I really don’t want to go.”

“Neither do I.” She kissed Kerry again, this time on the lips.

“Ah, there you are.” The couple broke their kiss as Professor Semplen approached from down the boy’s side corridor. “Saying goodbye?”

“To the tower, Professor.” Annie quickly looked around. “While there were times I didn’t like being here alone, I did enjoy having not to share the floor with anyone but Kerry.”

“While you won’t be alone on the second floor, you’ll still have the B Section to yourself.” Holoč didn’t appear to care if Annie and Kerry were holding each other—or if he did, he didn’t let it show. “It’ll be quiet. And you’ll be farthest away from the stairs, so no one but you will be down in your area.”

Kerry chuckled. “Almost the same as being alone.”

“It is.”

“Speaking of being alone . . .” Annie finally stepped away from Kerry so she could face Professor Semplen. “We seem to be one of the last here.”

“You are. I think there are two up on the third floor, but they are the last. Everyone else is either in the Great Hall, on their way to Boston, or already home.”

“Just like Annie suspected.” Kerry knew the professor’s home town, which led him to his next question. “What time are you leaving, Professor?”

“Soon.” He motioned for the children to follow him. “Please: come with me.”

 

Holoč has been one of those unseen people for the most part, and the reason he hasn’t been seem more is because there hasn’t been a need.  As a coven leader his job is to run interference for students having a difficult time of things, or those who are in trouble with the administration and other instructors.  Since Annie and Kerry have been pretty well . . . adjusted to the new environment, the only time Holoč got involved with their deals was during the creation of their lab.

But he has been paying attention.

 

Annie and Kerry followed the professor off the first floor and down to the main floor commons. Like the rest of the structure it was silent and quiet: most of the light were off, and the flues of all three three fireplaces were sealed and the fires extinguished until students began returning at the end of August. Kerry had never realized how foreboding the tower felt once her realized there was almost no one else present except for the two people standing with him. “It’s sort of spooky here when it’s this quiet.”

“You should be here before the school opens.” Holoč looked about, smiling. “Then it’s spooky.” He looked at both children and his tone turned serious. “I wanted tell you both that it’s been an immense pleasure having you both in the coven. It’s not just the prestige you’ve brought to Cernunnos—and you have even if you may not have been aware of that fact—but it’s been a pleasure to see how you’ve both blossomed as witches and people. I can’t wait to see what you’re going to do next year.”

“I’ve loved being here, Professor.” Annie meant that. She had always wondered if she would end up in the same coven as her parents; it was almost unheard of for Legacies not to end up in the same coven, but it had happened. It was only after she was finished with the Phoenix that she wondered if Kerry and she would end up together. She also felt that, given they were the only A Levels in the coven, and they didn’t have to compete or interact with other students on their floor, they were allowed to excel without having to deal with inner level coven drama.

“I enjoyed being here, too.” Kerry appeared proud while making his statement. “I’ve never felt this way about school before—”

“I don’t find that usually.” Holoč faced Kerry. “I came from a Normal background as well: I felt the same way after my first year here.”

“I can’t wait to come back next year.”

 

Of course you can’t, Kerry:  and we know why . . .

 

Holoč figured that school wasn’t the only reason for Kerry wanting to return, but he said nothing. “I can’t wait to welcome you back to this coven, and to my class.” Holoč patted Kerry on the shoulder. “I understand you’re going to try out for the race team.”

“I’m thinking about it—”

Annie chuckled. “He’s trying out; don’t believe anything else he says.”

“As I thought.” Holoč’s smile was huge. “And we’ll wait until next year to see how that goes.” He checked the time bone his mobile. “It’s almost eight, and I told my wife I’d been home by fifteen-thirty local, so I need to grab a bite to eat and be on my way.” He held his hand out towards Annie. “Take care, Annie. Tya e udovolstvie i chudno da vi se nalaga tuk.”

She shook his hand. “Thank you, Professor. Ochakvam s netŭrpenie sledvashtata godina.”

Holoč nodded then turned to Kerry. “I’ll say the same thing to you: it has been a pleasure and a wonder having you here.”

Kerry shook the professor’s hand. “Thank you, Professor. I can’t wait until we’re back.”

 

There will be scenes in the later stories–yes, those will likely happen–where you get to see the school nearly deserted.  It is, indeed, a pretty spooky place when it comes right down to it, and being there with almost no people doesn’t help maters.

But being the (probably) only two people in the tower, my kids decide it’s time to empty it out completely.  And begin that long walk home–or at least the one they’re going to take to get breakfast.

 

Annie took in the silence of the commons for about fifteen seconds before turning to Kerry. “It’s time to leave.”

Kerry nodded. “I agree.” He took Annie’s hand. “Let’s do this.”

Annie nodded once. “Let’s.”

They left the tower behind and walked out into the breezy morning. The temperatures had climbed up over fifteen Celsius, and the Pentagram walls kept out most of the gusting winds. The sun darted in and out of the scattered clouds that were expected to remain in place all day. They made their way in silence down the covered walkway towards the Great Hall, holding hands, looking ahead when they weren’t casting hasty glances at each other. As they neared the end of the walkway Annie gently pushed Kerry towards the bench their considered theirs. “Let’s sit for a moment.”

“Okay.” Kerry waited for Annie to sit, then joined her as he always did, sitting to her right. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled Annie closer to him, letting her snuggle against him. He watched her cross her legs and relax. “I’m surprised to see you in a skirt.”

“I wanted to be comfortable today.” She rubbed her cheek against Kerry’s shoulder. “I haven’t worn a skirt since getting here, and today is a good day for this one.” She’d brought two skirts with her when she’d first arrived: a yellow and orange maxi and the one she was wearing now, a light brown one that reached just to the top of her knees. “I may wear my longer one on the flight tomorrow.”

“With your sandals?”

Annie nudged her head against Kerry. “Yes. With my sandals. Because they’re comfortable if I don’t have to do a lot of walking. I told you that.”

“I know.” He leaned against her just a bit so they could mutually support each other, and sat next to each other without saying a word.

 

And that’s where I left it off with these two:  sitting on their bench in the breezy morning, with other things about to happen–mostly them talking to each other and Annie admitting something she’s not wanted to admit, and then . . . well, someone wants to tell Kerry goodbye and ask him a question.

I’m back writing, and things are so far going okay here at work.  Tonight I’ll get back into the story, because I would love to finish the scene–

After all, I'm so close to one hundred and five thousand words, and one ten is not far behind . . .

After all, I’m so close to one hundred and five thousand words, and one ten is not far behind . . .

We’ll see, won’t we?