A bit more back in the grove last night, but only a bit–does nine hundred and eighty-nine words count as a groove? Not too bad. The scene severed it purpose and set up things for my kids, as evidenced by the title of this post.
One more scene exists for Chapter Five, and while thinking it through last night I realized: it’s so far taken three chapters and about twenty-five thousand words to cover the six days since the kids left home and returned to school–and at the moment it’s only the Saturday before class begins. Maybe forty-four thousand words will flow under the writing bridge before the first day of class begins–
Which reminds me: the next couple of days will see me setting up the class rosters for two of the advanced classes since it would be nice to see with whom Annie and Kerry are attending those classes. We may never see them, but I like to know they are there. We’ll see a couple of those popping up in the next couple of chapters.
Kids, we read all the kissing parts. And speaking of kissing . . .
Magical Kidlettes are resting on the easy chairs, and they were starting to discuss their ordeals. Which sorta leads to this:
(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)
She noticed how slow and deliberate his movements were. “How are you feeling, my love?”
“Kinda sore all over.” He laced his fingers into hers. “I’ve never done that much in a few hours.”
Annie could empathize. While she was good with levitation, she’d felt the exertion. I suppose he was doing a number of changes quickly, and some of it wasn’t easy. “What’s important is you did. We both did.” She leaned over the arm of her chair and kissed his hand. “You do know that a year ago tonight were walked through Founder’s Gate?”
“Oh, yeah.” He leaned towards Annie. “It was the second thing I thought of this morning.”
“Really?” Annie grinned. “What was the first?”
“Ummm . . .” He moved closer and closer to Annie’s chair. “A girl with a cute accent.”
“You think my accent is cute?”
“One of many things . . .” He covered the last few centimeters between them and lightly brushed his lips against hers—
See? Kissing. If Honest Trailers ever did one for this story they’d rename the story, “Magic . . . and kissing.” Probably followed by, “When the f@#k do these kids do any magic? They’re always kissing. Get a room, huh?” They’re workin’ on it, Trailer Guy.
And Annie has a cute accent? I know someone who doesn’t think it’s all that cute. But as long as Kerry does, that’s all that matters. It’s such a cute accent, he’s gonna cover it up–with his mouth. There’s that kissing again . . .
They both turned towards the front of the room and faced the origination of the throat clearing. Standing between Professors Kishna and Salomon was a short, dark woman with long dark hair that reached to the middle of her back. Annie and Kerry had met Professor Tristyn Julin, the head of the Gift Department and the Applying Powers instructor, when they’d entered the building for testing, as this area was the South African instructor’s realm.
Professor Julin sat as Jessica and Vicky took positions to her left and right. “Well, I finally get to see the Lovey Dovey Couple in action inside my own department building.” She chuckled. “I feel honored.”
Both students returned their chairs upright. Kerry tried to look appropriately embarrassed: this wasn’t something that Kishna or Salomon hadn’t seen before, but he didn’t know the new professor outside of seeing her at special school functions and the Midnight Madness. “Sorry, Professor.”
You know it’s bad when an instructor you’ve never met before calls you by one of your school-wide nicknames–and does so in her own building in a semi-humorous way. With your other instructors standing there as well. Next to her. Watching you.
But look at Annie: does she seem bovvered?
Annie didn’t mind being seen: their reputation were well known throughout the school, and if the new professor hadn’t wanted them together that way, then something should have been said. Instead, she wanted to get to the results of their testing. “I take it you’ve examined the data?”
Julin chuckled and exchanged looks between her fellow instructors. “You were right: she does get right to business.” The Gifts instructor nodded slowly. “Yes, you two: we have completed examining the results of your data.” She glanced at something on her tablet, leaned forward. “I’m going to turn this over to Victoria and Jessica, as this really falls under their purvey as far as instruction goes—
Both children grew more attentive upon hearing this last statement. Kerry turned to Annie. “Does this mean—”
Vicky spoke up, taking over the conversation. “Yes, it does, Kerry.” She looked straight at Annie. “We’ve confirmed that you personally weren’t levitating and that you have the Flight gift. I’ll set up an appointment with Isis so she can start training you.”
“Of course, Vicky.” Annie remembered that Isis was the only person at school who could fly, and that she would be responsible for all the hands-on training elements. “When will that begin?”
Annie not only gives zero shits if she’s caught with her lips locked around her soul mates, but she called a professor by her first name in front of other professors. Now . . . that could be due to school not officially starting–in the next scene it’s started that it’s Saturday after their arrival–or it could be due to getting real chummy with other instructors over the last year. Either way, Annie gets the lowdown from Vicky:
“No right away: I’ll leave that up to Isis to set up a schedule. Most of it will occur on Friday mornings, but it won’t be every Friday, and sometimes you’ll work on other dates.” Vicky turned to Kerry. “For the first class, however, I want you there.”
“Me?” He was somewhat surprised to be asked.
“Yes, you. I want you to act as Annie’s chase when the time comes.” She eyed him carefully. “You know what that is?”
He grinned. “You want me to follow and watch her when she’s flying.”
Vicky nodded. “Yep. Since you’re in Advanced Flight, and already qualified to fly solo outside the school walls, it’s a no-brainer that we want you to act as Annie’s chase.”
It made a great deal of sense to Kerry. He’d not only be able to help if the need arose, but he knew Annie, and he might see things in how she performed that might indicate how she was feeling. “Okay, no problem.” He reached out for Annie’s hand, which appeared for him to touch. “We’ll do this.”
“Great. I’ll leave it to Isis to tell you how she wants things done.” Vicky leaned forward and looked across Tristyn to the Transformation instructor and coven leader. “Jess?”
Kerry gets to play chase plane for Annie, which is fun, fun, fun. Actually, it means he gets to spend time outside the walls with Annie, even if they are in the air for all of that. This is actually going to lead to one of the scenes I’ve seen in my head that I so want to write, but probably not for another fifty or sixty thousand words. Don’t worry: they get to do a lot of flying this year, mostly with Kerry just following and being quite. Maybe he’s training for marriage? Hi ho!
If Jessica is getting called, then that means there must be some news for Kerry, right?
She nodded. “Kerry, we have the same conformation for you: it would appear you have the Mimic gift, which means if you weren’t all ready in Advanced Transformations, I’d moving you in from the regular class.” Jessica sat back and crossed her legs. “Now, as you’ll need to learn how the spells work along with being able to apply the Mimic gift to the appropriate ones, I’ll work with you one-on-one for a bit each class.” A bright grin appeared on her face. “Given your propensity to learn magic quickly, I imagine you’ll have a mastery of basic Mimicry before Yule.”
Professor Julin folded her hands across her stomach and pressed her thumbs together. “Though you’re not officially part of the Gifts program—because your Gifts are only a small part of what you can do—we’ll be here to help out when possible, such as coordinating with Doctor Gallagher when it’s necessary to perform medical exams.” Annie and Kerry both smiled: it was unusual to hear another member of the staff call Coraline “Doctor Gallagher”, a title she never used herself unless it was absolutely necessary. “We probably won’t see you down here too often—”
Jessica chuckled. “Unless either of you spawn another Gift.”
Tristyn nodded. “It’s rare, but it sometimes happens.”
Annie slowly shook her head. “I think—” She lanced back to Kerry, who was still holding her hand. “—one gift apiece is enough for us both.”
None of the “Nurse Coraline” stuff here: apparently the head of Mutant Studies–one of the nicknames for the Gifts Department–ain’t down with the school doctor not referring to herself as the school doctor. Now, Coraline does call herself the school doctor, or Chief Medical Officer, when necessary, but she got used to the nurse handle before she had to take over medical duties at school suddenly, and just never got out of the habit.
There we have it: witches, sorceresses, and now they are down with their mutant powers. We’ll see how those play out in future scenes, but it’s gonna be fun. More or less.