It’s finally that time: the big Samhain dance, aka Halloween for all the people outside the Salem Wall. It’s a time of racing–which we got–and dancing–which is gonna happen–and bonfire walking, which is in the future. And none of this Mother of Dragons bonfire walking, either. Though at this place there are a few people who could pull that off.
Lets get into this, and I’ll lay out comments as I go . . .
(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)
The night was growing cooler now that the sun had set, but the sky remained clear, allowing the starts to shine bright in the enhanced darkness the light elimination enchantment allowed the grounds inside the Salem school walls. Annie and Kerry walked down the covered walkway from Cernunnos Tower to the Great Hall. They noticed the orange glow to the south and realized the Samhain bonfires were aflame and awaiting those who wised to walk between them and burn off the remnants of the last year.
Annie felt the nervousness she’d felt earlier in the evening fade now that Kerry and she were out in their costumes in public. She never thought of herself as having a comfort zone, but tonight, when they were putting their look together in their private lab in the lower levels of the tower, she’d felt slightly self-conscious about how they were going to look. Much like she’d done with Kerry earlier in the afternoon when she worked to remind him of his racing accomplishments, he’d reminded her that in a school full of witches and transformation experts, they were probably going to be the most sublime couple in attendance at the evening’s festivities.
Bonfires are going, so it must be time to party:
Really, this is even a bigger symbolic event than Beltane. Everyone wants to go walk between them; everyone wants to feel the heat wash them clean. I used a metaphorical walk between bonfires to come out online, and Kerry would have used the moment to tell Annie of his love were it not for déjà vu. That will even come up in a later scene–as well as something else. Maybe? We’ll see.
They moment they were through the West Entrance and into the transept Annie heard the music emanating from the Dining Hall. She wasn’t certain of the song, but it was made for dancing, and she was that was already underway. She’d waited since this time last year to dance again with Kerry, and he’d told her several times in the last week—including twice while getting ready—that he was ready to dance with her. Last year he approached the dance with a bit of timidness. She hooked her right arm around his left. Not now; this year, he couldn’t wait for us to arrive . . .
They stepped through the west back entrance to the Dining Hall where Netra Bonds, one of the member of the staff who oversaw kitchen operations and the management of the dining area, acted as one of the official greeters. She was much like she was last year, her human form transformed into a chrome and plastic body that most Normal imagined when they thought of artificial people.
Netra turned to the children as soon as they were inside. “Welcome to the evening’s festivities. Who may I have the honor of announcing?” Kerry removed a card from his jacket and handed it to her. She needed only a second to scan the card before turning to the revelers inside. “May I introduce Miss Annie Kirilova and her escort, Kerry Malibey, both of Cernunnos Coven.”
Kerry nodded and smiled. “Thank you, Netra.” With that he slowly led Annie into the gathering of staff, instructors, and students perhaps numbering one hundred at the moment, and likely to see the arrival of the rest of the school body in the next fifteen minutes.
Kerry was a bit nervous the last time because it was his first dance with a girl–really, his first dance ever, but having a date ramped up the nerves just that much more. Also, there was the matter of a song dedication . . .
This time it’s Annie feeling the nerves because–of their costumes? Hum, no mention of them yet–maybe in the next segment?
It was much like Annie remembered it being last year. The dance floor was in the front center of the room, where maybe half the people were dancing; around the outside of the floor were tables, chairs, and sofas; and in the darkest part of the room, to the south near the main entrance, were the seats where those who didn’t want to leave the room, but desired some privacy and quiet, retired.
A lopsided grin slithered out on to Annie’s face as she thought about the few people who’d head there later to snuggle and kiss. They go there to hide— Kerry slowed then stopped, and she did the same. They go there because they don’t want people to see them. They go there because they’re still afraid. She slid her hands down to take Kerry’s. We don’t need to hide—
“We have nothing to hide.”
Kerry turned to his left. “What did you say, Sweetie?”
Annie turned to face him before touching the back of his left hand with here right. “I said we have nothing to hide, my love.”
“Why would we?” He chuckled as he turned his left hand palm up so he could play with her charm bracelet. “I’m glad you wore this.”
“Why would I take it off?” It was her turn to giggle. “I would wear anything you give me.”
Kerry’s right eyebrow shot upward. “Anything?”
Annie nodded slowly twice. “Anything.”
“Hey, you two.”
Hey, who could that be? You’ll find out tomorrow.
And notice: no mention of any costumes. You’ll get that tomorrow as well, because I actually spent about an hour going over things for what the people we’d meet would wear. And I guaranty there won’t be anyone in a “sexy witch” costume: too many of the already real sexy witches would probably rag their ass if they showed up dressed that way.
Talk about taking the fun out of partying.