I show no shame in ripping off the title of one of my favorite movies and using it for my own. But given this is post number 2001, what else am I gonna say?
How about “I finished scene two last night?” Yeah, that’s a nice thing to say. It saw me returning to form a little as I wrote eight hundred and sixty-eight words, and that’s close to nine hundred, and that’s almost a thousand, so maybe I’m starting to get back into the swing. Maybe. I have a TV recap to do tonight, so I’ll likely not get into the third scene until early Saturday morning.
Still, though, I finished this scene.
This scene is the flashback. This is where we see what happens after those five words are spoken at the end of B For Bewitching, and some have waited–well, weeks, to discover what happened next.
And instead of talking about that, why not show it?
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)
“Mom, Dad . . . I’m a witch.”
Kerry sat in silence for a few seconds waiting for the response he knew was coming. For the last month, since the night of the lighting of the Beltane bonfires, he’d played this scene out in mind, knowing what he was going to say and imagining what his parent would do and say. He’d expected them to appear shocked and find his comment ludicrous, to even wonder if he as suffering from a mental disorder.
He imagined the worst.
He did not expect for them to sit and stare at him in silence.
His eyes shifted from her father to his mother. “Guys?”
Louise Malibey was the first to break the silence. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I’m a witch.” He glanced at Ms. Rutherford on his right, who nodded for him to continue. “I can do magic.”
His father, Davyn Malibey, cleared his throat. “You mean like what Davie Blane does?”
“No, dad—” Kerry shook his head. “He’s an illusionist. I’m a real witch: I do real magic.”
“I just don’t understand—” Louise’s appearance had moved from confused to one that was bordering on annoyed. She turned her attention to Ms. Rutherford. “I though this was about something important?”
Ms. Rutherford raised a skeptical eyebrow. “This is important, Mrs. Malibey. This is your son’s life we’re discussing.”
Davyn held up a hand before his wife could say anything further. “If this was true, shouldn’t you be a wizard?”
“No, Dad.” Kerry sat back, now a bit relaxed. “That’s a word a bunch of dudes made up a few hundred years back because they didn’t want to share the same designation with women. As far as practitioners of The Art—that’s how you really refer to magic—as far as they’re concerned, you’re a witch whether your a girl or a boy. Same with sorceresses: it’s the same word for either gender.”
Ms. Rutherford picked up on the manifesting tone in Louise’s voice, and felt having Kerry give as much information as quickly as possible to be the best course of action. “Kerry, why don’t you tell your parents what you actually do at school.”
Yeah, Kerry, why don’t you rush over all the black magic shit and tell them about the school work your parents haven’t asked you about all the other times they could have asked you. You have to figure that Kerry knew this was going to be a bit difficult to get his parents to understand, given they’ve shown zero interest in his school work up to this point, so it’s a a bit of an uphill battle for him.
Do his parents want to hear about classes? Believe it or not–
“Yes—” Louise’s voice had suddenly become far move restrained. “I’d like to hear this.”
“I’m certain of this.” Ms. Rutherford turned to her charge. “Kerry?”
Davyn spoke up while Louise sat quietly. “Yes, what do you do, son?”
“Well—” He ran his hand over his thighs as he leaned forward. “I’ve taken history, math—um, algebra and geometry—basic and earth science as well as botany. I’ve had two years of astronomy where we’ve learned more math. And we’ve taken self defense classes, too: I’m actually taking the advanced class, and probably will until almost the end of school.
“But the real reason I’m there is to learn how to craft magic. I’ve taken classes in normal spells, in Formulistic Magic—that’s really chemistry with magic—in transformation magic, and in sorcery. And in those first three, those are a few of the advanced classes I’m in. I also get special tutoring in sorcery, and I tutor someone in transformation magic.”
Kerry moved on quickly so he didn’t have to explain the special tutoring situation. “I’ve also learned how to apply magic to what I learned in botany and in my self defense class, so it’s possible to change things there with a bit of crafting.
“Also, I fly. I’ve taken two years of flying, and I’ll start my third when I return—”
“Flying?” Louis seemed puzzled by her son’s comment.
“Yeah, Mom: flying.”
“With a broom.”
Both parents were surprised by this, though Louise was able to respond the quickest. “A broom? Like a witches broom.”
Kerry shrugged. “Well—”
Davyn found his voice. “Like a Harry Potter broom?”
“No, nothing like that. These are—” He moved his hands about like he was grabbing the words out of the air. “It’s like most of a bicycle frame without the wheels. It’s made out of carbon filament, and there’s a seat and a control HUD like you have—”
“Stop. Just stop it.”
Well, that certainly sounds like it’s gonna be good.
This part is gonna get farmed out over the next three days, because it can. About a third of it is down today, and the last part of this get blogged out on Sunday, which gives me time to write more on Saturday and Sunday. It’s my hope I can always stay a few days ahead of the post so that, when it’s time to put a post out, I have something to excerpt.
In the meantime I’m probably gonna Gish Gallop out a bunch of recaps that I’ve written in the last few weeks, just because I can, and it’ll get me caught up on the stuff I normally reblog anyway. Look for that stuff to start blowing up in your email box today.
Needless to day, the next few days are gonna get interesting . . .