After such a long time I’m finally rolling into Chapter Eight. It seemed like a good time to get into it, given that I’ve been writing here for a while.
As you can see I’m about eight thousand words ahead of where this excerpt is starting, so I have plenty of stuff to put out before you catch up to where I’m at now–by which time I’ll have moved on to Chapter Nine. And even though I didn’t write a lot last night–I only managed a bit over three hundred because I started writing late and had reached the point where if I continued writing I have been up until midnight–I’ll probably make up for that tonight and Saturday. Or at least I’ll try. Good life doesn’t always turn out the way we wanted to turn out.
Now, I said a while ago that Chapter Eight is where we actually start seeing the kids get the class, but I lied. Actually, they are sort of in class, but they’re not. As we start getting into the excerpt of the beginning of the first scene, you’ll see what I mean–
The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)
With the sky overcast and the temperatures in the low 20s Celsius Annie and Kerry decided to walk to the Witch House. They talked about it over breakfast and decided that while the weather was still good they should take every opportunity to enjoy the still warm temps: it wasn’t because they were worried about why they were reporting to the Witch House at nine—
The emails requesting their presence were sent out late in the evening and both children noticed some on their computer terminals when they awoke. There was no need to question why Helena Lovecraft needed to see them so early: as had happened the year before, both children figured they were going to hear about any possible Guardian-related activities with which they may be involved.
They didn’t even find it unusual that the message consisted of nothing but an order to report to the building at nine. After a year and a half of scrutiny by The Foundation’s intelligence gathering division, they’d come to believe that most of the discussions relating to Guardian activities would be done in a secure location.
And there were a few places at the school more secure than the Witch House.
Kerry closed the main entrance as Annie headed directly for Helena’s office. She looked inside and shook her head as Kerry approached; she wasn’t there. Both children headed directly for the stairs leading to the lower level, for if the Head Sorceress was in her ground-floor office, she was certainly in her more secure, lower level office, and in the dimness of the lower levels she saw the light coming from there with ease.
Annie gave a brief knock on the door frame before walking right in. “I should’ve known you were here from the beginning.”
Helena shrugged and leaned back in her leather chair. “Next time don’t have to wonder.”
Kerry was right behind Annie and he waved the door close as he greeted the other person in the room. “Are you always involved in this now?”
Erywin leaned against the left arm of her chair and crossed her legs. “I’m here more as an adviser, but since I’ve been involved with you in this agency since you became involved, it only makes sense I continue onward.”
Just like the year before it’s time for a little Guardian Gathering, and the Magical Four are doing their talking in the Lair of the Dark Sorceress. However, they aren’t ready to get into the whole “Let’s discuss these orders” thing just yet:
Helena flipped her left hand towards the door, activating the security enchantment. “You both have a good time last night?”
Annie smiled as she crossed her arms. “Are you checking up on us now?”
“No, I’m not. It’s just…” Helena turned slightly in her chair and stared at Erywin.
Erywin cleared her throat. “It’s my understanding that you were both seen disappearing into the lower levels of the Great Hall around nineteen and no one saw you for the rest of the evening.”
Kerry tried to seem unconcerned. “We didn’t do anything wrong, did we?”
“As Helena said, not at all.” The Formulistic Magic instructor began drawing small circles on her chair arm with a fingernail. “I just assumed you headed off to your hidey hole for a few hours to get reacquainted.” She was smiling when she raised her head. “I would’ve thought you’d gotten enough of that in Paris.”
Annie and Kerry exchange sideways glances before Annie spoke. “And do all the instructors who matter know about that as well?”
Helena leaned a little further back in her chair. “Pretty much. And you have to understand that none of them really give a shite what you’re doing. As long as your extracurricular activities don’t interfere with your schooling, you can snog down there all day and night as far as anyone is concerned.” She sat up in her chair. “Ready to get started?”
Kerry was eager to do anything that didn’t involve discussing his personal life or his private affairs with his wife-to-be. “Sure thing.”
“Right that.” Helena touched her computer monitor screen twice, using the touch functions to retrieve data. “I received this yesterday around sixteen hours, which means San Francisco send it off just after lunch their time.” She cause for a moment to allow the suspense to build. “There is an excellent likelihood both of you will be assigned to a field operation at least once during the school year. They’re not giving a timetable, but reading between the lines of their message, I’m guessing whatever they have in mind will happen in 2014.”
Well, I guess the Private Universe isn’t as private as the Lovely Dovey Couple thought. Just as with the instructors being aware of their off-site cohabiting, their home away from home isn’t exactly a secret, either. This doesn’t mean that they know where this hiding place is located, but it’s known. So how long before someone busts in on them? It’ll probably be students and they better hope they don’t make anyone mad…
And here is the first conformation: the Guardians are going to use the kids for something. And since it looks like it won’t happen until after the Yule holiday, the kids have plenty of time to get ready.
However, there is a twist…