It’s not a good morning up here in Casa Burg. Last night was electrolysis, and it didn’t go well. It went badly. Actually it went sort of horribly as I sorta lost it after ninety minute and had a five minutes combination panic and crying attack. I couldn’t go on at that point, and the nice woman who shoots electricity into my face did what she could to comfort me. Even so, I spent about half the trip home crying, and I never really felt up the rest of the night.
So remember, people: being hormonal + emotionally raw for a few weeks + having electricity shot into your face + hearing the wrong song played at the wrong time, which is what really set me off = Massive Crying Jag. It was one of the hardest things I’ve went through. And I’m going back again next Wednesday, because I love having the most sensitive part of my face feeling like it’s on fire.
And even through all that, I wrote. One thousand and nine words wrote, and that’s an exact count. I would have stopped short of that count, but I had to finish up something least I be reminded that I left a particular scene hanging. I wouldn’t want to do that.
It’s the first day of school at Salem, Reacquaintance Day as the returning students call that, and we know who’s back for seconds. A few days ago we saw Annie getting ready, wearing her flats and a skirt because it was going to be hot. But where is Kerry? And how does he look? Well . . .
(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)
“Good morning, Sweetie.”
Kerry jumped up from the sofa in the Mezzanine Commons and met her at the stairs. Annie couldn’t keep her grin from showing the second she saw him, because, just like her, she was dressed in a way she’d never seen before. Yes, he had on his tennis shoes and a tee shirt—this one had some kind of stone angel screaming at an unseen person—but he was also wearing shorts. They weren’t very short—like her skirt, they reached to just above his knees—but it was seeing Kerry’s legs like this—
Kerry in long shorts. Just imagine that . . .
She bounced up to him. “How are you, my love?” She gave him a quick kiss. “I’m surprised you’re here before me.”
“Ah, I was up early.” He stepped onto the stairs and walked to the ground floor with Annie to his left. “I guess I was too excited to sleep in late.”
“Even after getting to bed late?” Annie glanced out from eyes hooded by her brow as she gave Kerry a slight grin.
“Even with not getting to bed until after one.” He took her hand as they reached the ground floor and they began walking across the commons towards one of the tower exits. “Then again, that’s like normal sleep time for the Midnight Madness, right?”
“Yes.” She opened the inner tower door, and did the same when they reached the entrance to the outside. “And we were also up late every night in Berlin—”
“Getting accustomed to the times here.” Kerry breathed in the warm morning air saturating the Pentagram Garden. The sun was warm, the sky clear, the wind brisk. “So unlike last year.”
“I know.” Annie remembered there first day walking to the Dining Hall, the weather cool and cloudy. But nothing like the night before when I was professing my life while he kept me warm. “Come on, let’s get to breakfast.” She tightened her grip upon her love’s hand. “You know what I want—”
Yes, what does Annie want besides more face sucking time with here Soul Mate? I think she wants food . . .
Things were set up as before: the A Levels were set up in the front of the hall, at assigned tables, while the remainder of the students sat at tables behind them. The food was laid out along the west wall buffet-style: today was a day for obfuscation, so no one would find their breakfast appearing before them. However . . .
A woman in a blue jumpsuit approached them. “Annie; Kerry. So nice to see you again.”
“Good morning, Una. Nice to see you again, Una.” Annie turned and gave the head of the kitchen, Una Grandinm, a huge smile.
Kerry placed his hand in front of him and laced his fingers together. “How you doing, Una?”
“Doing well, Kerry.” She indicated the buffet table to their left. “You’ll find everything you need today laid out—”
“Is it still possible to get special orders?” Annie was almost bouncing up and down on her toes.
Una tapped her finger against the corner of her mouth. “What would you like?”
“Printsessi: two, please.”
“I should have known.” Una turned to Kerry. “Would you like to order something as well?”
He glanced at Annie. “I’d like two printsessi as well, please.”
“Ah—” A wide grin appeared across Una’s face. “Developing a taste for Bulgarian fare, are we?”
“Well, you never know—” Kerry slid his arm around Annie’s shoulders and gave her a hug. “I might be eating it a lot in the future.”
The dish Annie and Kerry are talking about are the second one on this list, with their favorite Midnight Madness dish, banitsas, right below that. They go over to the table they were at the day before–a couple of rows behind where they sat the year before–and comment on their situation:
Annie saw about half the instructors were already seated at the tables flanking the podium. “I’m excited.”
Kerry stopped lightly drumming his fingers against the edge of the table. “I am, too.” He leaned in towards Annie. “Now I know why all the kids from last year were looking at us so strangely.”
“Because they knew we were completely unaware of what was coming.”
“Well—” He touched Annie’s right arm. “At least one did.”
She shook her head. “My parents told me nothing about the school. While I knew what it was like to live in a magical environment, I was just as unaware of what was coming here as you.”
“And now we’re the experts—”
Now who is interrupting the excitement these two are feeling? Any guesses? Any?
Emma stood at the other side of the table, rocking back and forth on her heels as her eyes darted from Kerry to Annie and back. “How, how you doing?”
“I’m okay.” He smiled as he sat up slowly, keeping his eyes focused on his American friend. “We didn’t see you yesterday.”
“Yeah—” Emma looked towards Annie, who’d remained silent. “How you doing, Annie?”
“I’m well, Emma.” Annie let her head tilt slightly to the right. “Where were you yesterday?”
“Spent most of the time in the coven tower.” Emma leaned against the back of a chair, but made no move yet to sit. “They didn’t let us, um, you know—” She lowered her voice. “Adjust on the plane.” She looked behind her, then continued speaking in a normal tone. “So we had to do that when we got here. Ended up sleeping until almost eighteen, and ended up sitting with Nadine and a few others.” She let her voice drop again, as if sharing a secret. “I didn’t see you there.”
“We ate earlier—” Kerry smiled at Annie. “Then we went for a walk to the Observatory before going back to the tower.”
“We wanted to get inside before the A Levels were place.” Annie’s grin almost matched the conspiratorial tone Emma was effecting. “We came back on his Espinoza.”
“Ah.” Emma understood that Annie didn’t want to say out loud that they flew back on Kerry’s broom.
Yeah, keep that info to yourselves if you can. At least Annie is being a good, um, host–
“No: these.” She picked up a fork, then remembered their guest. “Would you like to join us, Emma? I’m sure the kitchen can make you a plate.”
“Um—” She stepped back from the table, shaking her head. “I’m gonna go sit with some of the girls from the cover.” Emma caught herself before walking away and addressed Kerry. “Are you going down to the Flight School in the afternoon? Nadine said Professor Salomon will let us try out the Class 2’s”
“I don’t know.” Kerry hadn’t figured out his afternoon yet, because he didn’t know what Annie and he would do after breakfast. “I might: it just depends.”
“Oh, okay.” Emma nodded a couple of times. “I’ll catch you guys later.” She hurried off across the room, sitting with a group of girls about four rows over.
Like Emma wants to sit there all uncomfortable and stuff while they eat strange food from somewhere in Eastern Europe, though Emma did her best to entice Kerry away with talk of new flying equipment. Honey, his girlfriend can buy him one if it wants to try it out–come to think of it, so could he . . .
So, a couple of thousand words over a couple of days, and the novel stands at just under thirty-seven thousand words:
I should finish this tonight, and maybe get my kids on the Road to Memory. What will they find there?
Well, someone who’ll probably read their tea leaves . . .