They passed a number of other people moving in as they headed down the stairs and out the door. Corrie, Edie, and Dawn waved and said hi to Shannon, the girl who had shown them her dorm last year in a bid to get them to move into Sayer. Roe greeted an Asian girl Corrie vaguely recognized as Lin, who’d been in Intro to Magic with them. And they walked past Chris, who had been one of the friends of Leila, Edie’s faerie ex-girlfriend. They didn’t speak to her. Corrie wasn’t sure how she and Edie felt about each other now, but it probably wasn’t good, considering their complicated history.
Dawn hesitated. She was really interested in seeing the inside of a triple—they were very fortunate to have run into a friendly woman who happened to live in one—but she didn’t want to barge in on someone’s room while they weren’t there. She wouldn’t like it if… actually, now that she thought about it, she wouldn’t really care if Naomi brought a stranger into their room, since Naomi was the only one who might be embarrassed by a mess (and she was never embarrassed). But still, it felt strange.
“Are you sure?” she asked. “I don’t want to go in if they might not be okay with it.”
“It’s okay,” Shannon assured her. “We have people over all the time.”
Dawn, Corrie, and Edie had a good time eating dinner together and chatting about their plans for the next year. They’d all signed up for magic classes, of course, and they wondered about what exactly they were going to learn.
Edie worried that she had signed up for the wrong classes, since she didn’t yet know which kinds of magic she would like more than others, but Dawn and Corrie assured her that she would be fine. The school offered few enough different magic classes that they would probably all take most of the classes before they graduated. Anyway, Dawn was sure that if Edie found herself completely incapable of doing one type of magic, the professors would allow her to switch classes. She didn’t have to be stubborn like Corrie, continuing to work at psionics despite showing no talent whatsoever (then again, Professor Rook kept telling her that she might yet find her skill).