Happy Towel Day, and you best keep it handy because you never know when the Earth is about to be demolished to make way for a hyperspace exchange, right? Mine’s actually out in the car, because after I’ve finished my writing day at Panera–my current location–I’ll take the computer home and head out to see Mad Max: Fury Road, because I like to see my action movies done right–Hollywood could learn a few things from these flicks,but no, we’d rather show you stupid toy robot movies–and with a big shot of estrogen. Also, I have nothing else to do today, so I may as well see a movie that I’ve waited to see for a while.
I’ll throw this out here, because why not, but I was hit on this morning, right around six twenty-five AM. I’ just sitting here, getting ready to listen to music, when a guy comes up, tells me he’s seen me in here a few times, and wants me to know I look nice today. I thank him and then sort of wonder how I should feel about that, because it did seem a touch on the skeevy side, but what do I know? I did have one person on-line tell me it’s an indication of my brightness–
But so much for today–what abut yesterday?
Much of the writing from yesterday you’ve already seen: it was part of the excerpt from The Lovey Dovey Couple’s Adventures in Advanced Chemistry. About six hundred and fifty words was written in the morning before the post, and yesterday I manage another six hundred sixty for the next scene. I might have written more, but BBCA was showing a Battlestar Galactica Miniseries and Season One marathon, and it’s been a long time since I’ve seen that, so I had, just had, to divide my attention between the two. Since both my kids carry the call signs of characters from that television series, you know I’m gonna get down with watching, particularly since that season was so damn good. Oh, and if you can tell me the in-joke found in one of the episodes that ties back to the anime Bubblegum Crises, I’ll let you guest post here. Don’t take too long, though . . . start the clock!
Oh, and I finally tried on the sundress I bought a couple of weeks ago, ’cause it was getting warm in the apartment and I wanted to see how it felt–
But writing, right? It’s coming.
We’re back to the kissing stuff now, because this story is really about kissing and things like that. What about the magic? Replace “magic” with “televisions”, and you’ll realize most of the time no one talks about the TVs because, well, they’re part of the background. So far we’ve seen one class, and they weren’t doing anything but playing at getting antiquated. It’s really not until about midway through the next chapter that you see any actual instruction, and not until the chapter after that you see what’s really going on inside a classroom.
It’s all about the kissing–and so where does that take us today?
(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)
The sun wouldn’t set for another half hour, making the sky semi-bright and the shadows long. Annie was used to seeing this part of the school at this time of day—or much later—because Kerry and she were on the path leading to the Observatory, where their Astrophysics One was set to begin in forty-five minutes.
As they did so many times last year, they walked along the north path that led from the Memory’s End to the Firing Line and the Observatory. The midway point of the walk passed through the last remaining portion of the old North Wall and the ancient observatory, Astria Portal. It was here that the school witches first began seeing the sky in a different way; where Astria Blomqvist, one of the Founders and the first leader of Cernunnos Coven, created her maps of the constellations; and it was here she spent the last few decades of her life prior to her disappearance and death, making her the only one of the Founders not interned in some fashion on the school grounds. All that remained for remembrance was her coven, her sky maps, and the centuries-old tower that bore her name.
For Annie, this structure meant so much more.
Since I actually know the history of Astria Blomqvist–what? You didn’t think I did? Ah, hahahaha!–one day it’ll show up in one of the novels. Which one? Hard to say, but I know it’ll get discussed. It reminds me that I need to have the kids visit all the other locations where the Founders are either buried or remembered, ’cause nothing says “Thanks for the School” like keeping a few three hundred year old bodies buried on the property.
This was an important place for Annie, because in the first novel she mentioned that her parents used to come to this place to snog. Like parents like daughter, huh? Now, this place is a ruin, and when it comes to three hundred year old ruins, no one bothers putting in lighting. Which means you gotta bring your own . . .
They were half way up the staircase to the mezzanine when Annie tugged Kerry to a stop. “Here’s your chance.”
“Yes.” He chucked as he slowly raised his left hand. “You sure you don’t want to get on my right side?”
Annie shook her head. “That’s for the other girls.” She motioned him onward. “Go ahead: you can do this.”
It only took about four hundred and seventy-five thousand words, but this is the first time Annie admits that she knows she’s the only girl who ever stands to Kerry’s left, and that his right side is reserved for everyone else. Coraline was the first to bring it up to Kerry, and now Annie is telling him she knows.
Actually the first person to point this out was Emma, when she and Kerry were talking while taking a rest at the Observatory–call sign Laputa–during the Day of the Dead. She must have been paying a lot of attention to him for some reason . . .
What is Kerry trying to do? This:
“I can—” After about five seconds of concentration a tiny blue ball appeared hovering over his upturned palm. It expanded until it was it was twenty centimeters across, filling most of the empty tower with a soft glow. He turned to Annie and finished his comment. “—do this.”
“You most certainly can.” She looked towards the ceiling. “Now, put it in place.”
Kerry levitated the ball of cold fire about three meters over his head as they climbed the rest of the way to the former mezzanine commons, then pushed it out over the open below. “There, how’s that?”
Annie patted him on the arm before wrapping herself around it and leaning into his shoulder. “I never doubted the levitation—” She stared at the ball floating in mid-air. “But I only stared showing you the cold fire spell back in May, and we’ve only had a couple of chances to practice it a few times Friday and yesterday.”
He kissed her lightly on the lips. “I have a good teacher.” He stared at the floating ball as well. “When we practiced yesterday it just seemed to gel, you know?”
“I do.” She’d experienced moments like that as well, when a spell’s crafting simply came to her and she knew it would work. More than a few of those moments came during Advanced Spells last year . . .
She moved around until she was facing Kerry. “Here we are again.”
“Yes, it is.” He slipped his arms around Annie’s waist. “You know, I missed this place.”
Annie taught herself Cold Fire from a book, and we saw her using it to light up the second floor during the B and C Level Get Together the night the A Levels arrived, and now we see Kerry not only using it the same way, but admitting that he learned the spell from Annie. According to my spell list Cold Fire is something that the kids here don’t start learning until they’re C Levels, but Annie was already teaching it to Kerry before they were out of their A Levels. No question this is why they’re in the advanced classes . . .
I’m slowly inching towards fifty thousand words, and if I had to guess, that milestone is likely to happen not in the next scene, but the one after–
But I really want to get to the last scene in this chapter because . . . well, you’ll see.
Probably later in the week at the rate I’m going.