Corrie only had a little while between her classes, but she and Edie went over what she’d heard about Jo. Edie was surprised to hear that anyone would want to leave campus, but realized it made sense after they discussed it. To them, campus had always been a dangerous place—it had been on their second night there that the entire hall had been awakened by Roe’s scream and everyone had discovered that Annie was missing (though the two things turned out to be unrelated). It had only gotten worse when most of them had forgotten about Annie, and Dawn had needed to rely on her newly-discovered Sight to remind everyone about her. Come to think of it, it had also been on their second day on campus that Corrie had discovered that her stalker ex-boyfriend, Paul, had followed her to college.
A short while later, Professor Lal came around to ask them for their reports. Rico reported on the wind blowing harder down the highway, and Professor Lal nodded, pleased. Then she turned to Dawn.
“I could sense a storm to the east,” Dawn said. “At least, I think it was a storm.” She described how she had felt the air swirling, eddying about itself on a grand scale, moving slowly as it was pushed by the prevailing chilly wind.
Professor Lal’s eyes actually widened. “That sounds like a storm, indeed. How far was it? Miles?” Continue reading “Chatoyant College Book 13: Chapter 17: Cold Spot”
Dawn moved down the hill obediently, smiling at Rico as she did. “You sensed the current?”
He nodded. “It was weird, because it was going in a completely different direction than the air I could feel. Professor Lal must have been doing that distance magic thing.”
Dawn nodded. They had learned early in the semester to do elemental magic at a distance, rather than letting it pour only from their own bodies as they had in Intro to Magic. When she’d told Corrie about it, Corrie had said she would definitely have to take Intermediate Elementalism the next time it was offered.
Dawn grinned as she saw Rico on the path and waved at him. He waved back and waited for her to catch up, and they walked arm-in-arm to their next class—which she was glad to be having outside.
As the semester had gone on and the weather had improved, they’d had more and more of their Intermediate Elementalism classes outdoors. Both water and air magic were safer and better to do outdoors, so Professor Lal explained, and that explanation made sense to Dawn. If it hadn’t been for their specially designed magic classrooms, fire might have been safer to do outside, as well. With earth, it didn’t matter.
A little while later, there was a knock on the door. Corrie hopped up to answer it, and Edie saw her open the door to let Lorelei in. Lorelei looked around at the group of them and laughed. “You guys certainly know how to take advantage of a foggy day.”
“Come join us,” Edie said, gesturing at the pile of food. “There’s plenty.”
Lorelei shook her head. “Sorry, but I can’t. Charlie and I are responsible for the whole dorm. I wish I could just hang out with you guys.”
Edie and Derwen got back to Edie’s dorm room just as Corrie was leaving the bathroom, her hair plastered to her head with dampness. “Everyone already used up the hot water,” she complained. “Hey, Derwen.”
“Yeah, I noticed the same thing,” Edie said. “Did you get enough exercise running up and down the stairs?”
“I think so,” Corrie said. “At least I feel a bit better. What’s with the kettle?”
“It’s to make tea,” Derwen said.
“We’re having a potluck breakfast,” Edie said. “Everyone’s in our room. I hope you don’t mind.”
Dawn didn’t realize until they’d already left the common room that Derwen was still with them. She wished the faerie would leave, so they could talk more freely, but of course Derwen would get offended if Dawn actually said that. And since she was friends with Edie, Edie probably wanted her around with them.
If Dawn thought of any other questions to ask a faerie, she could ask now. But Derwen had already answered her only question—she didn’t know what faerie might have killed someone on campus. If they didn’t know who was dead, they wouldn’t know who to suspect.
Even if they did know who the victim was, she realized, they probably wouldn’t know who to suspect. Except for Mardalan. She could always suspect Mardalan.