Thursdays are never a good writing night for me. I was tired, for one, and actually napped sometime around six-thirty. Then Singin’ in the Rain came on, and though I’ve seen that movie maybe a dozen times, I can’t turn away from its greatness. The lateness of the hour plus being sort of out of it night resulted in just under six hundred words being written–
Ah, but it’s a great set up.
The title of this post refers to something said a long time ago by Nadine when she first started to tutor Kerry for the Ostara Performance. She downloaded sheet music from their Internet, and mentioned that if it had been created, The Foundation had access. Her comment at the time was, “Welcome to the Pond,” meaning here was the place where one could find everything The Foundation had their fingers upon.
It’s also a secretive little place as well, a much smaller location within the gigantic ocean that is the world as a whole. That’s because The Foundation has things that no one else does, and for now they’re keeping it pretty much too themselves. Like, you know, being able to heal even the worst injuries over night–like what’s happened to a certain kid from Cardiff a few times during the course of this story, or the repairs made to the broken arm and cracked skull that his girlfriend received some time back.
Just imagine what the world would be like if everyone had that.
Here is what I wrote about Salem’s particular place in that pond. Witches have gathered, but they’re not standing around a cauldron; it’s more like they’re relaxing comfortably while waiting for someone . . .
All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)
Mathilde closed the door to the First Floor Library in the Instructor’s Residence, gently pushing it against the frame until she heard the latch snap closed. She turned back to the other women assembled in the room with her. “I’m glad we didn’t have many students to meet tonight.” She sighed as she retook her seat. “It’s been a long day.”
“Graduation Day is always long.” Wednesday stretched her legs out before her and pushed her arms over her head. “It’s bad enough we have to get all dressed up—”
“Something you should do more often.” Jessica removed her heels and flexed her toes. “You’re so adorable when you look like an adult.”
Wednesday began laughing with a couple of the other instructors in the room. Besides being the youngest instructor in the room, she was also the one who still looked the most like a student. “Yeah, well, how about you kiss my ass, Jess? The kids don’t seem to mind, and neither does Isis. Besides, I ain’t an ex-model like you—”
“I can show you how to become one.”
“Maybe tomorrow.” She adjusted here skirt and crossed here legs. “I want to finish this up and take a long, hot, soaking bath.”
Erywin, who was sitting to Wednesday’s right, nodded. “Same here. I want to get undressed and into my night clothes and spend the rest of the evening snuggling.”
Sitting all the way to the left of the collected group of women, Helena chuckled. “I know how my time will be spent tonight.”
“Isn’t it spent that way most evenings?” Erywin turned to her right, where Mathilde sat. “It is a bit disappointing to have only four students tonight. I had hoped for a slightly larger selection this year.”
“Better four great students than eight mediocre ones.” Mathilde checked her smart phone display, which remained black. “At least we have two out of the way—”
“And two to go.” Jessica ran a long nail across the tip of her nose. “Saved the best for last, no?”
Wednesday nodded. “I’d say so.”
The screen of Mathilde’s mobile came on and she checked the message. “They’re here.” She turned to the women assembled upon her left. “Before we start, I have to ask: are you certain this is what we want?”
Erywin nodded. “We’ve discussed this for four days: it’s decided.”
“It has.” Wednesday folder her hands into her lap. “You know what I think.”
“It’s what I want to do as well.” Ramona Chai slipped her feet back into her low heels. “I don’t see a problem.”
Mathilde nodded. “Jessica? Vicky?”
The Mistress of Transformation leaned forward so she could see the headmistress better. “You know what I’ve said all along.”
Vicky shrugged and nodded once. “As well as with me. And there’s the other matter—”
“Yes, I know, Vicky.” Mathilde nodded back. “We’ll get to that tonight as well.” She eyed the last silent person in the room. “Helena? No opinion?”
“Only the same one I’ve given you for the last week.” She leaned against the right arm of her over-sized chair and crossed her legs. “It’s the same one I’d give you now.” Helena pointed at the phone near the headmistress’ right hand. “Now that you know the answer, go on and bring them in.”
Mathilde picked up the phone and held it close. “Send them up.” She set the phone aside as she stood and moved toward the door to great the new guests.
Astute people will recognize that not all these women are coven leaders–there are only two, in fact–and there are a two people here who seem a little out of place, namely Ramona and Vicky. And why is Helena here? Is she holding down the Guardian fort? In this last moment of producing this post I suddenly realized: I should actually model this library, because I want to see the scene–
And this won’t be the last time we visit this location.