A Walk in the Park: The Magic Show

Happy whatever you are or aren’t celebrating today, for there are so many things that are and aren’t happening that it’s impossible to cover them all.  As I pointed out yesterday, Christmas Eve was once celebrated as Mōdraniht, which was a night when all the women got together and had a nice little fertility celebration for the coming year.  And today was considered part of the Wild Hunt, when Odin and the boys would go out and kill all the draugr that had collected during the year.  Draugr were undead, so yeah, it was a Walking Dead Holiday, and you needed to stay inside least you got mistaken for a Walker–which means Carl would totally have gotten smoked since Lori couldn’t keep him in the house . . .

But it’s April in my story, and in the last two days I’ve written just over two thousand words to finish up this current scene.  Thing didn’t progress as I’d planed, but I expect the next scene to start and finish today, and then . . . well, we’ll see what comes next, right?

As it is my kids are getting things set up for Tanith, and they’re not beating around the bush–but as I was informed yesterday, too, that’s sort of how kids are.  Why beat around the bush when you’re twelve and a witch?  Hop on the broom and zoom . . .


All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)

“Your father went to the same school we attend.” Annie moved a step closer to the girl. “He graduated a while ago and got a job with the people who run our school.” She looked down for a moment. “That’s where he met your mother—where they worked.”

Tanith closed her eyes. “You know about my mother?”

“We know where they met, what your father did, what your mother did—”

“What has he never told me any of this?” She stared at a point between Annie and Kerry near the base of the tree they stood alongside. “Why didn’t he tell me about magic?”

“Probably because of what happened to your mom.” Kerry tilted his head to one said and spoke in a low voice. “After your mom died your dad freaked a little and thought the people who run our school were getting into his life a little too much, so he left Albuquerque and came here.” He sighed. “He probably thought they were gonna start getting into your life, too, which was another reason why he left.”

“Why would he want to get out of Albuquerque, though?” Tanith shook her head. “I loved it there. This place—” She shook her head. “It sucks: I hate it.”


Hey, magical girls hate moving, too!  She liked it there in the Fictional Meth Capitol of the United States, and is not cool with Daddy uprooting her to one of the Rib Capitols of the World.  And why was that?


“The people who run our school have a large presence in Albuquerque. That was one of the reason your father wanted to move: to get away from them. And like . . .” Annie almost forget to use Kerry’s code name and caught herself at the last moment. “Gavin said, he was probably worried they would start watching you. Maybe he knew what was happening to you.” She watched Tanith closely. “Have strange things been happening around you?”

Tanith nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

“Such as?”

“It’s like . . .” She brought her hands together into a fist and rested them against her chin. “Sometimes I’ll be looking for something and I can’t find it, and it’ll just show up. Usually a top or bra or something like that.”

Kerry chuckled. “I had that happened a couple of times; I’d look for a book and it’d be sitting on my desk.” He looked at Annie. “I didn’t talk about it until after I’d started school and begun using magic.”

“It didn’t matter by that time.” She turned away from Kerry and back to Tanith. “That’s fairly common: it’s called Involuntary Translocation. You’re basically calling something to you, but you have no real skill in crafting the spell, so it just pops in somewhere close. I had the same thing happen to me when I started becoming Aware, but I was like five at the time.”


“My mother and father are witches, as are my grandparents.” Annie tried not to sound like she was bragging, but she couldn’t help being proud of her lineage. “We’ve had witches in our family lines going back seven generations.”

“Oh.” Tanith glanced at Kerry. “You, too?”

“No. I come from what you call a Normal background—that’s with a capital ‘N’.” He scratched himself as he smiled. “There was a witch in my family about five generations back, but I’m the first one since then.” He motioned towards Tanith. “You’re more like . . . Nadya: you’re a Legacy.”


For the first time we hear that Kerry noticed some strange things happening to him as well, but he’d started doing magic before he ever had a chance to talk about it–or did he?  After all, he spoke to Annie in his dreams, and after she told him she was a witch, you’d think he’d say something like, “You know, there’s some strange stuff happening to me . . .”  But did he?  Hum . . . maybe I know if he did, maybe I don’t.  I’m not saying–least not yet.

But all this talk of Normals and Legacies and levelmates, it brings out things that one shouldn’t be showing . . .


Annie shot Kerry a quick glance. “That’s someone who comes from witches—”

Kerry laid his hand against Annie’s arm. “Of which she’s the only one in our level. The rest of the witches are like me.”

“No, they’re not.” Annie reached around and took his hand. “None of them are like you . . .”

They stared at each other for a few seconds and only broke eye contact when Tanith cleared her throat. “Um, are you two like together, or something?”

“Or something.” Kerry dropped his hand from Annie’s arm.

“Um, huh.” Tanith turned to the smiling girl standing next to the smiling boy. “You said I’m becoming like you?”


Damn, kids, keep it in the hotel room, will ya?  You’re gonna scare the proto-witch with the long, lingering looks if you keep that up.  I blame the hormones . . .

But what’s the point of coming out here to the park and going all invisible and stuff if you’re not going to do something.  Well, the something is about to go down.


“You guys did that floating . . . thing in the mall.” The look in Tanith’s eyes said it all. “Can you show me more?”

“That was the idea.” Annie glanced over to Kerry. “Ready to do what we were talking about?”

“Sure thing.” He went and stood next to Tanith and spoke to her in a low voice. “Watch this.”

Annie stood with here hands at her side and stared straight ahead, right through Tanith and Kerry. Her eyes shifted to Kerry for a moment as the crease of a smile radiated from her face. Centimeter by centimeter Annie rose off the ground, as if she were being lifted into the air by unseen cables. In twenty seconds she was three meters above the ground, floating without a hint of wavering or shaking.

Tanith’s eyes grew wide. “Wow. That’s incredible.”

“That’s Levitation.” Kerry crossed his arms an smiled up at Annie. “She’s really good at doing it to herself. I’m still learning to do it that way, but I can levitate other things—”

“You ready?” Annie folded her hands in front of herself as if she was still sanding on solid ground.

“Sure thing.” He leaned over and whispered to Tanith. “Don’t get too freaked out.”

“At?” Tanith began waving her arms about. “Whaaaa—”

He took her left hand and held on. “Relax: she knows what she’s doing.” He looked down and saw Tanith and he were already a good fifteen centimeters off the ground and rising slowly. They’d planed for Annie to do this to them both due to her skill. In about thirty seconds they were both almost eye level to her. “And here we are.”

“Who’s doing this?” Tanith looked around, her worry replaced with wonder.

“I am.” Annie still appeared as relax as if she were discussing the weather. “I levitated myself and then lifted you both.”

“Don’t you need like a wand, or something?” Tanith looked down and moved her feet back and forth.

“Naw, that’s just for fictional witches.” All three children dropped slowly towards the ground as Kerry explained magic to Tanith. “It’s all about visualizing the effect, then powering the spell, then crafting it all with your willpower. It’s the middle part that makes your aura glow—”

“Because you’re constantly drawing upon that mystical energy—” Annie set them down as gently as if they were stepping off a curb. “Even when you’re not casting.”


Now you know why the aura is always glowing with these witches:  mystical energy is in their bodies at all time.  We also see just how good Annie’s gotten since that first Wednesday in October, when she was on the verge of despair because she couldn’t levitate a small plush; now she’s levitating herself and her boyfriend and another girl.  And no wands!  That’s really gonna cut down on selling ideas if this story ever becomes a movie . . .

This means that there’s a question to ask Kerry–


“Cool.” Tanith poked Kerry. “And what can you do?”

“He’s good with transformation magic.” Annie’s eyes twinkled. “Aren’t you, dear?”

Tanith’s brow furrowed. “Dear?”

Kerry ignored her. “Let me show you what she means . . .” He lightly touched her hand, barely brushing his fingers across her skin. Seconds later Kerry’s hair changed, darkening and becoming as curly as Tanith’s. A moment after that his complexion darkened, becoming a perfect match to hers in under five seconds.

He bent his head to one side and held up his hands in mock jubilation. “Ta da.”

For the first time since they’d gotten together Tanith laughed. “Oh, cool. You could be my brother.”

“Maybe.” His hair changed back to the color Kerry was using and his complexion changed back to his original. “I’ve found I can do this pretty easily; it’s like all I have to do is be around a person, and I can do a small personal transformation.”

“You changed your hair and complexion—” Tanith scoffed. “That’s small?”

“We’ll be able to do full transformations into just about anything in a few years.” Annie patted Kerry on the arm. “Ready for the next?”


There’s been hinting that Kerry is extremely good with transformation magic, and the things they both did here in the scene will be mentioned later in the story, because these things Annie and Kerry did here, the things they’re good at–they’re really good at them.

And as Annie indicated, they’re not finished . . .


“What’s next?” The smile on Tanith’s face grew wider. “There’s more.”

Annie nodded. “A little sorcery this time—”

“Sorcery? Like black magic?”

“What you might call black magic, yes. It’s mostly magic that can be used against another person either offensively or defensively.” She held up her right hand, keeping it close to her side. In about five seconds a small ball began to form just above the palm of her hand. A few seconds later the bright blue ball was about fifteen centimeters across.

Tanith moved a little closer to examine Annie’s magic. “What’s that?”

“Cold fire. On the surface it’s room temperature—” She ran her fingers over the top, just inside the interface before she reached out and levitated a stick towards her. “But inside . . .” Annie grabbed the stick and thrust it into the center, where about five centimeters of the end burst into flame. “It’s as hot as any natural fire.”

Kerry nodded. “Or a lot hotter.”

Annie blew out the fire on the stick before dropping it to the ground. She flicked her hands to the side, vanquishing the cold fire. “If you know what you’re doing, you can incinerate a body in less than a minute.”

Tanith said nothing, just taking in the information. She looked at Kerry. “Can you do that?”

“I’m working on it, but . . .” He grinned as he raised his left hand. “I’m working on something else.” A bright pin-point of light appeared over Kerry’s upturned palm. It expanded to almost the same size as Annie’s cold fire, with a dull violet color instead of bright blue. “A different kind of ball.”

“Is that—” Tanith leaned closer to it to hear the faint crackle and feel the charge running near her skin. “That’s electricity?”

“Ball lightening.” He flexed his hand and the ball vanished. “Same thing, though, more or less. I’ve been working on that for a few months.”

“He’s become good with the spell, too.” Annie took Kerry’s arm; at this point she didn’t care of Tanith saw them acting this way or not. “Though he’s convinced he can do better.”

Kerry shrugged. “That’s just me.”

“I know.”

Tanith ignored the touchy-feely stuff going on between these two: whatever story they were trying to pull off, “Nadya” and “Gavin” were far more than friends, and it showed before this moment. “Would I be able to learn that if I, you know, went to your school?”


And there’s that “touchy-feely” stuff going on again.  Annie doesn’t care:  she can only stay away from her “brother” for so long before she’s gonna hold hands or something.  Since Ms. New Witch noticed this already, no need to hide any more, right?

With the magic show over, it’s time to state why they’re really here . . .


Annie shook her head. “We’re more than that. We wanted to tell you that you’re becoming like us—”

Kerry placed his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “Show you that magic exists—”

“And let you know you, too, can learn.” Annie linked her arm through Kerry’s. “We were sent here to bring you in.”

Now Tanith was back to being confused. “Bring me in?”

“Yes. The idea now is to take you somewhere and have you meet with the rest of our group, then visit your father, speak with him, and . . .” Annie glanced at Kerry, who was looking back at Annie. “Convince him that it’s best you embrace your new life.” She smiled softly. “It’s time to bring you home, Tanith.”


“It’s time to bring you home . . .”  Salem as home is a point that’s going to pop up time and again in the story of Annie and Kerr, because The Foundation–and Salem in particular–is becoming their home.  The dream space was their first home, and now the school is becoming their next home.  What homes will they have after that?  Stay tuned.

I also did something here I’ve not really done before:  I wrote a small snippet that was so nice that I moved it ahead to another scene.

It's just a few words, but it's a break from habit.

It’s just a few words, but it’s a break from habit.

But the last seen is done.  Now on to the next–

And something else I have to do.

Loving Affermations

It’s the Solstice today, so not only is it a good day for positive energy, but every day gets shorter from here on out.  Good things all around, and if you can get out and take in the day, do so.  Don’t be like me and stay shut in all the time writing.  Then again, I’ll be on the road for a few hours today, so I don’t think I’ll fit the definition of “shut in” this summer day.  Oh, and if you wanna dance skyclade tonight, knock yourself out.

Given how crazy last night was, it’s nice to have a little calm this morning.  I was tired, I was chatting, I was writing with the goal in mind of cranking out one thousand words, because it’s been a while since I did that.  Energy levels have been in the toilet since returning to The Burg, and with the weekend starting I wanted to change that.

I also changed a few other things . . .

While at work I started having ideas about a scene in my kid’s lives that takes place some time in the future–like five years after the current story time.  Yeah, I’m mentioned before that I think things out that far in advance–so far advanced, in fact, that I know what happens to my characters after they die.  This was a change to their time line, and adding-on to events that are going to happen–

What was I looking at?  Their hospital time.

Don't worry:  The Foundation gives them full coverage and all the nano-tech they can handle.

Don’t worry: The Foundation gives them full coverage and all the nano-tech they can handle.

I had to work this out because . . . well, because.  I’m strange that way.  And yes:  they are in a coma, which should give you some idea that whatever happens in that strange sounding name right before the coma line must be bad.  Eh . . . not that bad.  I mean, they live, right?

Then, while I’m chatting my butt off, I get into the writing.  It’s Annie’s turn on the magical firing line, and she might be Kerry’s Dark Witch, but even dark witches have off nights . . .


(All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)


Annie knew the process, knew how to craft her Art. She picked the most innocuous plush for her target, a grey and pink cube on the right side of the table. She visualized it rising and floating under her control into her hands. The energy was there, as was her will power.

Annie gathered the energy and let it flow through her—

Nothing happened.

She stared at the cube, wondering what went wrong. There were a few things she could point to and say that they might have prevented the spell from happening, but she didn’t want to analyze that here and now. I’ll just do it again, just as Pang and Kerry did.

She did just that. She readied herself; she found her energy; she began Crafting; she willed it all together—

Nothing happened.

Annie breathed a deep sigh, then turned to the students, though she was mostly facing Wednesday. “I guess I’m not feeling the spell as much as I did a few weeks ago.” She locked her feelings down least anyone see what she felt inside.

Wednesday shrugged. “It happens to us all at this point.” She waved her hand in the direction of the table. “It’s okay; there’s no hurry. Take your time and just relax.”


Oh, yeah, Wends:  that’s easy for you to say, sitting there watching everything unfold.

There is such a thing as performance anxiety in the magical world, and it would appear Annie is feeling it a little.  She’s not feeling it, she’s not getting something out, and she knows it.  That’s when her lovey-dovey boyfriend comes out of his chair, but rather than acting like a baseball manager who’s going to pull his starter because he’s lost his curve ball, Kerry just wants to talk–and talk in a close, comforting way.


“I know.” He deftly stepped around her until he was between her and the table full of frustrating plushes. “Please look at me.”


He lightly touched her upper arm. “Please?”

Though Annie felt this was the worst time to talk about anything, she turned toward Kerry because he asked, and tried not to look at the table behind him. “Yes?”

She was surprised when he stepped so close as to almost press against her. He took her hands and gently laid his forehead against hers. “What’s the matter?”

“It’s—” She sighed again, then, with her head bowed against his, looked up into his eyes. “Kerry, I don’t know a lot of regular spells. Most of what I’ve taught myself was sorcery—but when it comes to regular spells . . .” She slowly shook her head against his. “I’m not that good. I don’t feel I should be here.”


That’s about as close to any admission she’d ever come about her abilities, and, of course, there’s only one person she tells.

Kerry start talking her down.  He’s admitting he screwed up, too, that it took him four tries to get it right.  Also,  she did that ice encasement, what’s the big deal about a little levitation?  She tells him that she likes practicing alone, and that she didn’t mind having him there in the spell cell because–well, he’s her soul mate, right?  He tells her, again, that he know she can do it, because . . .


Kerry didn’t allow any time for those thoughts to bounce around inside Annie’s mind. “You can. I know you can.”

“Why do you say that?” She almost pulled back to look him in the face, but there was something intimate and comforting standing with him close to her. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s true.”

“Because I’m the ‘dark witch’?”

“No.” Kerry drew a deep breath through his nose. “You’re better than me—”

“I am not.” She pinned Kerry with her stare. “You’re as good as me—”

“Only because of you.” He turned quiet for a moment, but when he spoke his voice was softer and filed with awe. “You showed me a few weeks back how to be a better witch, a natural witch, a great witch if I worked at it. You gave me hints and offered suggestions. You offered ideas and told me what I should study and what I should ignore.” He chuckled. “You even have me reading those book on divination.”

Annie grinned and kept her eyes hooked on Kerry’s. “Yes, you are.”

“The thing is . . .” Annie thought he was pressing harder against her forehead, even though she didn’t feel an increase in pressure. “I listened to what you said, and if I’m good, it’s because of what you’ve done for me. It’s all because of you.” He tilted his head a little so it seemed as if they were facing each other. “That’s why I have faith in you.”


Kerry knows she’s helped him get to where he is now, and now it’s his time to help her get this thing done.  The fact that he, and eleven year old boy, is willing to admit to the person who calls herself, and whom he thinks of as, his girlfriend, that without her he wouldn’t be anywhere as good as he is now . . . that’s powerful thing to admit.  Just as she’s willing to admit that, yeah, I’m not always the bad ass Dark Witch you think I am.

I’ll finish this scene either today or tomorrow.  Today is a lot of driving and whatnot, and then there’s the finale of Orphan Black tonight, which is probably going to leave me feeling depressed–but there will be writing sometime this weekend.

You can rest assured of that.

Oh, and did I mention I wrote 1004 words?  Yeah, there was that.

Oh, and did I mention I wrote 1004 words? Yeah, I did.

Levitating with Luna

The end of the weekend is here, and I can’t wait for tomorrow.  Not only because this week has been a slow grind through Hell and back, and I never really felt like I rested up from my Indiana to Pennsylvania trip.  Nor is it because the program I’m working on is a total bore and I’d rather be looking for a camera tripod.

No, tomorrow I’m off to see a doctor to start my hormone therapy treatment.  The letter from my therapist is in hand–the one that says, “Yeah, really a girl, give her the treatment,”–and the lab work is finished.  I just show up, get a little examination and a lecture, and then . . . well, I’m not sure about that either, though I’ll probably get some hormones and needles and have to learn to give myself a shot in the leg.

Eh, I’ve done worse.  I’ll find a way to get through it.

And I'll be like this, leaping for joy, not sure if it's because I'm getting hormones or if I'm in an ad for a feminine hygine product.

And I’ll be like this, leaping for joy, not sure if it’s because I’m getting hormones or if I’m in an ad for a feminine hygiene product.

Tomorrow is also the first day of summer, so starting this new step on the solstice is sort of–well, it’s something the kids at my school would do, those little Pagan Witches in Training.  You go kids!

I was up early again, which sucks because I was up early the morning before, and last night was a complete struggle when it came to writing.  I actually fell asleep for a few minutes because I was nodding off, and I truly hope it isn’t like that tonight because (1) I need to get in the next part of this scene, which is going to be good, and (2) I need sleep, which I’m not getting if I’m getting up early every morning.  Busy day tomorrow and a lot of driving; don’t need to be groggy at the wheel–again.

But I haz levitation.  For sure.  It really works.  At least in my story . . .


(All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)

Rivânia was up next, and she became methodical with her Art. She levitated one plush, then a second, and a third, then pulled them towards her and put then into a slow orbit around her head. The moment her plushes were in place Wednesday asked her to levitate a fourth so it could join the ones she was already controlling. She took her time getting the next plush into the air so she wouldn’t lose the others, and though it took nearly five minutes, eventually there were four plushes dancing around her smiling face.

Then, as soon as Rivânia was back in here seat, Wednesday’s voice seemed extra loud. “Okay, Kerry: get up there and show us how you got Annie to do this.”


Those girls from Uruguay–she should be in the World Cup.  “Hey, how did that ball just float over our heads?”  I’m sure it happens.

But how did the Kid from Wales do?  Well . . .


He took his time walking up to the line four meters from the table. He stared at the table for almost minute; Annie figured her was visualizing a plush lifting off the table and traveling through the air towards him. Eventually he raised his hand and began crafting the spell—

A minute later nothing had happened. Kerry stood on the line, the plushes remained on the table.

He stepped back and shook out his hands. Annie recognized his minor disappointment, but she also saw that he wasn’t about to give up. A few moments later he was back on the line, this time with his left hand up and his arm slightly extended. He started at the table, his eyes and mind and will focused on the table—

One of the plushes, a blue cat with a crescent moon on its forehead, rose a few centimeters off the table. It moved towards him almost a meter, then wavered, rose a few more centimeters, and dropped to the floor.

There were a couple of “Awws” from the students. Wednesday didn’t seem that bothered by his failure, however. “It’s okay—” She flipped here right finger and the plush flew off the floor and returned to the table. “Give it another shot, Kerry. We got lots of time.”

He tried a second time and failed a second time. He also failed a third time, but this time he cocked his fists and pumped them into the air as he laughed at his own failure. Come the fourth time and the cat plush lifted off the table and drew it slowly towards him. A few times it appeared it might fall to the floor, but with every waver Kerry adjusted the spell, moving his body and hands as if he were throwing his whole body into his Art. The plush floated into his hands; he closed them around the toy, then turned to the class and took a dramatic bow. “And that . . . is how you do it.”

“Sure is.” Wednesday nodded towards the table. “Now levitate it back.”

Kerry did, needing only two attempts to complete the task. As soon as the plush was in place on the table, he did a little skip in place, then literally danced over to Annie. “Yes, yes, yes.” He slid into his chair, then quickly leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.


There he goes with all that kissy stuff again.  Keep doing that, kid, and people are going to talk.

In case you didn’t notice it, the plush Kerry levitated is a Sailor Moon Luna Cat plush.  No one takes Wednesday for an anime fan, but one never knows.  Wait until you hear her family backstory, which comes up in the next scene.  It’s a little something I came up with at work when I was sitting around thinking about writing this program I’m suppose to write, and my mind went, “But you know what would be better?  Interesting family histories for the little witch.  Go for it.”  And I did.  And you’ll just have to wait.

And least you think someone else escaped from the Levitation goodness:


Annie barely had time to blush before Wednesday interrupted the moment. “Now that one half of Cernunnos Coven has proved they can levitate, let’s see what the other half can do. Annie . . . you’re up.”

This was the moment that Annie had feared since entering the room. She’d learned a long time ago how to submerge her feelings and keep people guessing as to what was going on in her mind and body. Right now she was standing before seven people—only two of whom she felt comfortable with watching her craft this particular spell.

She steeled herself and prepared to do magic.


That’s where I left off.  Tonight I get back in to having Annie do her thing.  It gets interesting.  I know.  I’ve already worked it out.

I never do anything nice . . . and easy.

Levitation Station

I worked through my tiredness last night–well, really, I was having fun all around the Internet last night.  For one, I got into a Facebook discussion about books and writing which was a lot of fun:  any time I can talk about that stuff is a good time.  I also had some good feedback the day before from a reader of this blog who read Part One of Act One of my current novel in progress, and that put a bit of a spring in my step as well.

Given all that, given I was still tired last night, given that I was running around trying to get a letter from my therapist for an appointment I have this Saturday . . . I still managed nearly a thousand words.  Finished out one scene and started another.  Good times all right, yo.

Moving on up to the Float Side.

Moving on up to the Float Side.

Wednesday got all her kids together and went over the lesson for the night, which was–well, you’ll see below.


(All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)

Wednesday ran the palms of her hands over the front of her bright purple tee shirt, smoothing it across her belly, before turning towards a table at the far end of the room covered with various plush items. “Tonight we’re going to work on our object levitation. Of all the daily spells you’ll use, object levitation is the one that you’ll probably not only use the most, but you’ll use it for just about everything.”

She pointed at the objects on the table before looking at Annie and Kerry. “As we’ve done before, we’re using a lot of plushes to keep people from getting hurt. This way if you look control of the spell, you’re not going to drop one of these through the floor, or hurt yourself if you should get smacked in the face.”

Wednesday wiggled her right index finger and one of the dolls on the table quickly floated away and sped towards her, stopping about a quarter of a meter away. “While most of the people here are going to levitate multiple items, you two—” She pointed at the new kids in the class. “—are going to be considered with doing what I just did: levitating one object off the table, having it come to you—” She waved her hand and the doll returned to its resting place. “—and then putting it back. You’re allowed to touch it: I don’t expect you to keep it hovering in the air like I just did.” She winked. “You’re not that good—yet.”

Turning away from the table, Wednesday slapped her hips twice as she walked back to her chair. “Okay, kids: let’s get ready to levitate.”


Someone’s been watching too much wrestling.

I like the idea of learning levitation using a bunch of plush dolls.  Can you make Hello Kitty float?  Go for it.  What about making Sailor Moon dance around?  You betcha!  Certainly a lot more fun and entertaining than feathers.

It’s also a great environment.  Everything is far more relaxed, the kids are up late so they don’t feel like students, and Wednesday isn’t busting their asses to do things right–after all, advanced students need a different sort of mentoring–they don’t have the same pressure to perform.

Though the pressure is there.  However . . . I don’t recall Wingardium Leviosa being conducted like this–


Mama never told me about classes like this. I wonder if they even had these when she was here. Advanced Spells was nothing like Annie expected. She’d known would be smaller, but she’d thought there would be a short lecture followed by a more intimate lab—much like Beginning Spells but with fewer people.

This was nothing like their former class.

After Wednesday said they were going to practice levitating, she told Pang he was first up. That was when Wednesday looked across the semi-circle of students and informed Annie and Kerry that before they went to open lab, each student was required to attempt the spell individually in front of everyone. “After all, if you can’t do it like this . . .” She smiled and sat back as Annie felt the strangest sensation creep across her heart.

Pang didn’t start off well. The first time he tried to levitate a single item nothing happened, making him exhale and slump dramatically. The second and third attempts were better, though each time his plush fell to the floor before coming the four meters between the table and him. On the fourth attempt nothing happen, but before he could do anything Nadine crossed her legs and sighed before speaking a loud mumble. “Come on, you’re holdin’ us up, bitch.” Several of the girls laughed, causing Pang to turn and flash hand signs at them, yelling something in Korean—“Kuh juh”—and then joining them in their laughter. Even Wednesday giggled along with the rest of the students—

The only ones not laughing were Annie and Kerry, though she saw him chuckling with the rest of the group. Annie quickly realized that this sort of banter relieved the tension they felt, and tension was the last thing one needed when trying a complicated spell. It obviously had some effect on the boy, for on the next attempt he was able to levitate another plush to his hand—which he displayed proudly for all to see—before sending it back to the table.


See, that’s what Harry Potter needed more of:  Ron trying to do something while Hermione is in the corner of the room rolling her eyes and mumbling loudly, “Will you just do it, bitch?”  And then having Ron turn on her and yell, “Piss off!”, which he would have totally done.  Professor Jessie Pinkman would be proud.

Fortunately they didn’t do that, so I can do that here.  Because kids, you know . . . they say the damnedest things when they’re levitating stuff.

As you’ll find out when I write more tomorrow.