For the first time since they had sat down, Leila was not calm. Her eyes widened, and she jerked her head back, as though to get a better look at Edie and everything around her. Her hand jerked a little in Edie’s, too, but neither of them let go.
“Elrath is going to do what to the magic?”
Edie tightened her grip on Leila’s hand a little. “He says he’s going to change it back so that—so that things are better for him. He doesn’t like that people think he’s weird—he got used to the magic smoothing everything over so no one would think about him being a faerie.”
Edie grabbed the note hastily. Her fingers were almost shaking. She looked around to make sure no one was watching her, then leaned against the building to unfold the paper.
For a second she didn’t recognize what was on the paper as writing and stared at it as a whole, trying to make sense of it as a drawing. Then she realized that Leila’s handwriting was just very narrow and cursive—it looked old-fashioned, like the style of writing that had been in vogue centuries before—but that it was neat and readable if she focused.
Edith, it read. Continue reading
Monday, April 24
Edie and her friends paid attention all weekend, trying to notice any small (or large) changes in the magic on campus, but they didn’t see anything. They didn’t hear anything from the magic professors, either, but Edie would have been surprised if they had—even if the warning helped the professors somehow, she didn’t think they would contact three freshmen about the control of magic on campus overall.
Unless they needed their help again, of course.
When Dawn and her friends reached the magic professors’ hallway, it was immediately obvious which of the professors was keeping watch on campus tonight—Professor Strega.
Dawn sighed a little, but she knew it could have been worse. She wasn’t sure how much she trusted Professor Lal anymore, and Professor Rook was really difficult to talk to. It didn’t help that he appeared, to her Sighted eyes, as literally a giant crow.
Dawn, Corrie, and Edie walked the rest of the way to the dining hall, enjoying the weather, then claimed a table with their jackets (it was not quite warm enough for them to go without—though Rico was already in short sleeves every day) and headed over to the food.
Dawn got in line for the pasta station, noticing that the girl in front of her was vaguely familiar. She didn’t think about it until she started telling the dining hall worker what she wanted and the girl, waiting for her food to be finished, turned to look at her.
It was Edie’s friend—no, she wasn’t Edie’s friend anymore. She had been Leila’s friend and had annoyed and harassed Edie. Chris, that was her name.
“We told you about this,” Dawn said. Had it only been a couple of weeks ago? It felt like a very long time had passed since Elrath had broken the treaty and abdicated the faerie throne. “We didn’t believe you that the treaty wasn’t being enforced, and one of the reasons was that the magic is still keeping people from finding out about faeries.”
Elrath frowned. “We talked about how Alaineth had selectively enforced the treaty, and the division in magic between the faerie land and campus land. The division in the magic cannot be undone.”
Friday, April 21
Dawn caught sight of Edie and Corrie on the path and lifted her arm to wave at them, making big gestures so they could see her. Corrie waved back, and Dawn picked up her pace. The two of them must have been waiting for her; they’d all agreed to meet for dinner after their last classes, and they both had afternoon classes that let out earlier than hers.
She caught up to them with relief. “Happy Friday,” she told them.
“Yeah, you, too,” Corrie said with a laugh. “Had a long week?”