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Chatoyant College Book 13: Chapter 24: Studying on a Saturday

Saturday, May 13

Edie turned the page in the book she was reading for American Literature. She had been enjoying Beloved, and really, she still was—it was a creepy story with a lot of depth both of character and of history. But she’d already finished one novel and read most of another in the time she’d been in the library, and it was strange to think, but she was getting sick of sitting around and reading.

She wondered if she should ask Dawn if she wanted to leave. But it had been Dawn’s idea to come to the library to study in the first place, and anyway, Edie wasn’t sure where she was at the moment.

She put her bookmark in the spot she’d reached and lifted her head to look around. She was in one of the relatively comfortable chairs in the reference area of the library. She wasn’t reading any reference books, but on a Saturday, this part of the library wasn’t busy. Dawn had started out here, taking a couple of books down from the shelves to look for sources for her paper, but in the last couple of hours she seemed to have wandered farther before returning.

Edie could certainly wait until Dawn had finished finding her latest source before asking to leave. She could read a few more pages.

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Chatoyant College Book 13: Chapter 23: Requirements

Edie piled spinach, olives, and red peppers on her pasta to accompany the sauce and Parmesan cheese, then decided that was enough. If she was still hungry when she’d finished this, she would make herself get a small salad.

She sat at the table and ate alone for a few moments—it was really good—before her friends returned. When Dawn sat down, Edie remembered something else she’d said about her elemental magic class, when she’d learned how good she was at sensing air currents. “What about that cold air current you said you felt on campus?” she asked. “Did Professor Lal know anything about that?”

Dawn frowned. “She didn’t say anything about it in her email. I’d kind of forgotten about it, to be honest. Maybe I should try to sense it again. It was right by the wall, at the south end of campus, so if it has moved that will be interesting.”

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Chatoyant College Book 13: Chapter 22: Unraveling

Edie got through the rest of her classes that day and left the theater with a sense of relief. They’d performed their scenes for the playwriting class, and now the playwrights were working on revisions; the acting class was supposed to get the scenes back next week so they could perform the revised scenes as a final exam. Right now, Edie was just glad to have a break from the scene. She hoped their performance had inspired the playwriting student to make some good revisions.

When she returned to her dorm room, Corrie wasn’t home. Edie wasn’t really hungry yet, so she sat down on her bed to relax. She read a few pages of her book, but it wasn’t holding her attention, so she went into her trunk for her knitting.

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Chatoyant College Book 13: Chapter 21: Water

Edie moved away from Derwen and Darcy to find an empty stretch of grass. Actually, it was about half grass, half clover, she saw as she sat down cross-legged with her bag behind her. She automatically scanned it for four-leaf clovers and found one. She reached out to touch it, wondering whether they affected her in any way. But they clearly didn’t—at least not to touch, and not if someone looked at her using one. They would have figured out that she was part faerie months earlier if four-leaf clovers did anything to her.

But she was supposed to be working on water magic. She closed her eyes and relaxed in her seat. Between fire, air, and earth practice, she’d gotten pretty good at this unusual sensation of settling into her magic, and she did it now, cupping her hands in front of her.

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Chatoyant College Book 13: Chapter 20: Outside

Friday, May 12

Edie woke up, for once, excited and full of energy. She was finally getting to have the magic class they’d missed on Wednesday. She knew for sure that today’s class was on, because Ginny had sent out an email to the class warning them against missing it—with only five classes left in the semester, they couldn’t afford to skip anything, since they would be squeezing the rest of the lessons into the remaining time.

Today they had water magic. Edie wouldn’t want to miss that no matter what.

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Chatoyant College Book 13: Chapter 19: Catching Up

Dawn watched Roe lean back, obviously startled by the suggestion. But she shook her head slowly. “I don’t think so. I’ve seen Professor Lal’s teeth before, and the teeth in the vision I’ve been having don’t seem familiar. I think they’re shorter than hers. But I’ll check next week during class, just to make sure.”

“You carry a four-leaf clover with you?” Corrie asked.

Roe nodded. “Of course. All the time, now.”

“Me, too,” Annie said. “It’s not really enough, but it’s something small we can do to protect ourselves.”

“What does Link think of you carrying around something that can break his illusion all the time?” Dawn asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Oh, he’s all in favor of it, because it’s something that can help protect me from the faeries. He’d rather be around me all the time so he can protect me himself, but that’s not really his job. Doing it to Troy is his job.” Roe smiled. “I keep it in my pocket, so it’s not like he’s reaching into my pocket and touching it by accident. That’s the only way it would really bother him.”

“You know, I was thinking about Troy recently,” Corrie said. “We used to hang out with him, but since we’ve all come back to school for the spring semester we never see him. I guess we’re pretty bad friends if we only spend time with him when we have class together.”

“I hang out with him sometimes,” Annie said. “I think he’s more comfortable one-on-one with people. And he’s made other friends, too.”

Roe nodded. “He hangs out a lot with this one guy, Sean—Link wishes he would date more, but he has three more years for that.” She grimaced. Dawn wondered what exactly the story was with Roe and Troy; they’d gone on one date that had apparently gone so badly that Roe didn’t want to talk about it, but then Roe had started dating Link, and the two of them seemed to be really serious. Troy had missed out.

“Is that the same guy in our Intermediate Elementalism class?” Annie asked.

“Yeah, that’s him.”

“I remember Sean,” Dawn said. “He lost control of his water magic. I wonder if that has anything to do with them getting along.”

“They’re in a completely different class together. Math, I think.” Roe shrugged. “I don’t really know Sean all that well, but I’m glad Troy has made a good friend.”

“Maybe Sean will hook him up with some girls,” Corrie said with a laugh. “Well, I’m glad he’s not as awkward as he was last semester. How are things with Link, Roe?”

“Great,” Roe said with a grin. “He’s such a sweet guy. I’ve really never met a nicer guy.”

“Nicer than Rico?” Dawn teased. She couldn’t imagine anyone nicer than her boyfriend.

“Well, maybe Link is nicer to me and Rico is nicer to you,” Roe said, laughing. “What about you, Corrie? How are things going with Charlie?”

“The same as ever,” Corrie said, smiling with no particular emotion behind it. Dawn considered that her poker face. “We’re having fun. Nothing serious.”

“Yeah, but you’re not dating anyone else, are you?” Annie said.

“When would I have time?” Corrie complained. “I have classes, I have friends, I have running, and then I have to keep up with all the drama going on all the time on this campus. The only places I meet guys are in class and at Rainbow Alliance meetings, and I only have a chance with one of those.”

“We used to go to parties,” Roe said.

“I only remember one party, and I barely remember that,” Dawn said.

“I’ve been to a couple of the art department’s parties, but they’re not really my style. Too many drugs and too much sex.” Roe shook her head. “Besides, I’m not looking to meet guys.”

“Yeah, being single sounds like it sucks,” Dawn said. Roe laughed and they high-fived each other across the table.

Annie rolled her eyes at them. “It’s not that terrible. Maybe if you’re really looking for someone it’s a lot of effort, but I’m just not bothering. I figure it’s not the best idea to date someone on campus long-term anyway. Who knows what you’re going to do when you graduate?”

“I guess that’s true,” Dawn admitted. “But Rico and I have a few years to figure it out.” She suspected that Annie had another reason for not dating, but wasn’t going to push her.

“I’m trying not to think about that,” Roe said brightly, pushing around the food on her plate with her fork. “Let’s talk about something else. Does anyone have plans for the weekend?”

“Same as always,” Dawn said. “Studying, working, and cuddling with Rico.”

“Hopefully,” Corrie said, “we won’t have any new mysteries to solve.”

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Chatoyant College Book 13: Chapter 18: Discussion

After her shift at the library, as usual, Dawn headed for the dining hall for some dinner. She found Corrie already there and waved at her before getting her food.

Corrie was alone at the table, which was a bit unusual, but maybe that would work out well. “Hey, Dawn, I saw your email,” she said as soon as Dawn sat down.

Dawn nodded. “So you know what Professor Lal was talking about?”

“Yeah.” Corrie put down her fork. “I found out who was killed.”

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