Monday, April 17
It finally didn’t just look like spring outside—it felt like it, too. Edie was out early that morning, hoping to find Leila and get another chance to talk to her, but she was nowhere to be seen. However, being out early gave her a chance to drop her jacket off in her room between breakfast and magic class, which was good, because the sun was out and it was warm.
A student in magic class even asked if they could take the class outside, and Ginny said no for two reasons: one, she was pretty sure there was nowhere they could sit that wasn’t muddy, and two, they were doing review before the midterm, and she didn’t want anyone getting distracted.
Edie privately agreed with her, but didn’t say anything to Derwen or Darcy, both of whom looked disappointed. Edie wanted to make sure she did well on the midterm, and while it was nice outside, it wasn’t that nice.
They would probably have plenty of opportunities to go outside later in the semester, when it was even warmer. In fact, based on what Corrie and Dawn had experienced in their magic class, they probably wouldn’t have a choice about going outside.
The midterm review seemed to go quickly; for most of the class, Ginny was just taking questions from students. Sometimes she would explain the answer herself and sometimes she would try to get other students to answer the question. Edie was able to help Kristine with her question about one of the readings on divination, but other than that she stayed quiet. She took notes, but she didn’t really have any questions, and the other students’ difficulties didn’t seem to pose problems for her.
Derwen was complaining as they left class. “That wasn’t long enough. I still have more questions! I really don’t think I’m going to do well on this test. I need to study more.”
“We’ll study tomorrow like usual,” Edie reassured her. “We can spend a little more time with it if you want. Maybe I’ll lend you my notes to look over.”
“Can I join you?” Darcy asked. “If the three of us get together, we can probably bounce ideas off each other pretty well.”
“That’s a good idea,” Edie said, looking at Derwen.
“Sure,” Derwen said. Her furrowed brow relaxed marginally. “Meet us in the library tomorrow evening. We try to get a study room.”
“Sounds good,” Darcy said.
“Why don’t you make an appointment with Ginny during her office hours?” Edie asked quietly when Darcy had moved on. Derwen just bit her lip and shook her head. There must have been some reason, but Edie decided to just ask later when they were alone—maybe it had something to do with being a faerie.
They were doing peer review of each other’s papers in her literature class, so that went quickly too—she and Corrie swapped papers and had a good time suggesting changes to each other. Corrie had written about the romantic relationships in Measure for Measure, and since those were just as complicated as in many other Shakespeare plays, it was fun to read the paper.
But third in the day, Edie had her theater class. When she’d signed up for classes, she’d been happy to have theater as her final class three days a week. Now, though, she wished she was getting it over with in the morning—or better yet, hadn’t signed up at all.
She didn’t understand what the problem was, but no one seemed to like her. They had been perfectly friendly the first month or so of class, at least as far as she remembered. But they’d been getting stranger and stranger; people laughed whenever she said just about anything, and they all avoided her in the halls or whenever they were supposed to pair up for exercises in class. Several times the teacher had taken pity on her and been her partner.
It was like high school all over again, except worse. Maybe that was the problem—she just hadn’t been expecting it. She’d gotten used to people being friendly in college and not treating her like a weirdo, especially since so many other people were openly queer. That definitely couldn’t be the problem, since several other people in the class were out as gay or bisexual.
Still, she went to class every day and put on a cheerful face. That was the point of theater class, right? She was learning to act. But she was pretty sure she wouldn’t take any more theater classes after this—not unless Leila came back as a student and could take them with her.
Today they spent some time doing improv exercises, which were thankfully not done in small groups, so no one could avoid her entirely. Then they worked on practicing their terrible scenes from plays. Edie wished she could go back to Shakespeare.
The class ended eventually, and she was grabbing her bag when she heard the professor say, “Edie, can you stay a moment?”