“Here,” Alice said, pointing to my feet. They tickled for a moment, and as I watched, my feet were suddenly encased first in wooly white socks and then in my favorite pair of fuzzy red slippers. Slippers that, as far as I knew, were still sitting in the bottom of my closet in Vermont.
“How did you do that?”
But Alice just smiled mysteriously.
And then without warning she whipped her hand through the air.
I felt a heavy blow right in my chest that knocked me off my feet. I hit the ground with a startled, “Oomph!”
Sitting up, I glared at her. “What was that?”
“That,” she said sharply, “was a ridiculously simple attack spell that you should have been able to block.”
I stared at her in shock. It was one thing to get laid out by Archer in Defense, but being attacked out of nowhere by my great-grandmother was just embarrassing.
“How could I have blocked it when I had no idea you were going to do that?” I fired back.
Alice walked over to me and offered her hand to pull me up. I didn’t take it, mainly because I was pissed, but also because Alice looked like she weighed about ninety pounds, and I thought I’d probably end up pulling her down with me.
“You should have been able to sense that I was going to do that, Sophia. Someone with power as great as yours can always anticipate an attack.”
“What is this?” I asked, dusting the dirt and pine needles of my now-sore butt. “A Star Wars thing? I was supposed to ‘sense a disturbance in the Force’?”
Now it was Alice’s turn to blink in confusion.
“Forget it,” I mumbled. “Anyway, if you’ve been watching me at all over the past six weeks, you’ve probably picked up on the fact that I don’t have any ‘great power.’ I’m like, the least powerful witch here. Clearly, the awesome family superpowers passed this gal by.”
Alice shook her head. “No they didn’t. I can feel it. Your powers are every bit as great as mine. You just don’t know how to use them yet. That’s why I’m here. To help you sharpen and mold them. To prepare you for the role you must play.”
I looked up at her. “So you’re like, my own personal Mr. Miyagi?”
“I have no idea what that means.”
“Sorry, sorry. I’ll try to stop with the pop culture references. What do you mean the role I must play?”
Alice looked at me like I was stupid. And in her defense, I felt pretty stupid.
“Head of the Council.”
CHAPTER 22
“Okay, why would I want that?” I asked with small laugh. “I know nothing about Prodigium, and I’m a crappy witch.”
The wind caught my hair, blowing it into my mouth and eyes. Through the strands covering my face, I saw Alice flick her hand toward me. My hair swept back from my face and gathered itself into a bun on top of my head. It was so tight my eyes watered.
“Sophia,” Alice said in the tone used to placate a tantrum-throwing toddler, “you only think you’re crappy.”
The word “crappy” sounded ridiculously classy in Alice’s cut-glass accent, and I had to smile a little. I guess she saw that as a good sign, because she took my hand. Her skin was soft and ice-cold to the touch.
“Sophia,” she said in a softer voice, “you’re incredibly powerful. You’re just at a disadvantage because you’ve been raised by a human. With the right training and guidance, you could put those other girls—what do you and your half-breed friend call them? ‘The Witches of Noxema’?”
“Jenna’s not a half-breed,” I said quickly, but she ignored me. “You could be far, far more powerful than any of them. And I can show you how.”
“But why?” I asked.
She smiled in that enigmatic way again and patted my arm. Even though I knew Alice had died at eighteen, which made her just two years older than me, there was something very grandmotherly in her touch. And after a lifetime of having just Mom as family, it felt nice.
“Because you’re my blood,” she answered. “Because you deserve to be better. To become what you are meant to be.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. Was head of the Council what I was meant to be? I thought of my onetime fantasy of owning one of those New Age bookshops, reading palms and wearing a big purple caftan. That seemed very far away now and, honestly, kind of stupid.
And then I thought of Elodie, Chaston, and Anna glowing and levitating in the library. They had looked like goddesses, and even though I’d been scared, I’d envied them. Was it really possible that I could become better than them?
Alice laughed. “Oh, you’ll be much better than those girls.”
Great, she could read my mind.
“Come, we haven’t much time left.”
We walked past the cemetery and into a clearing inside a ring of oak trees. “This is where we’ll meet,” Alice said. “This is where I’ll train you to be the witch you should be.”
“You do know that I have class, right? I can’t stay up all night.”
Alice reached down and slipped a necklace off her neck. Her hands glowed with a light brighter than the orb still floating above us. Then the light abruptly went out and she handed the necklace to me. It was almost too hot to touch. Just a simple silver chain with a square pendant about the size of a postage stamp. In the center was a teardrop-shaped black stone.
“There. Family heirloom,” she said. “As long as you’re wearing that, you’ll never become too tired.”
I looked at the necklace with appreciation. “Will I learn that spell?”
And for the first time, Alice smiled a real smile, a broad one that lit her whole face and made her slightly plain features beautiful.
She leaned in and took both my hands in hers, pulling me close until our faces were inches apart. “All that and more,” she whispered. And when she broke out into giggles, I found myself laughing too.
Several hours later, I was not laughing. I wasn’t even cracking a smile.
“Again!” Alice barked. How did a girl so tiny have a voice so loud? I sighed and rolled my shoulders. I focused as hard as I could on the empty space in front of me, willing with all my might for a pencil to appear. For the first hour, we’d just worked on blocking spells. I’d done pretty well blocking Alice’s attack spells, even though I hadn’t been able to sense them coming. But for the past hour we’d been working on making something appear out of nothing. We’d started small, hence the pencil, and Alice claimed it was just a matter of concentrating.
But I’d been concentrating so hard that I was afraid I’d now be seeing bright yellow Number 2 pencils every time I closed my eyes. I’d vibrated the grass a bunch, and after one particularly frustrating moment, I’d sent a rock flying toward Alice, but no pencils.
“Should we start even smaller?” Alice asked. “A paper clip, perhaps? An ant?”
I cut my eyes at her and took another deep breath.
Pencil, pencil, pencil, I thought. Bright yellow pencil, soft pink eraser, SAT, please, please . . .
And then I felt it. That feeling like water rushing up from the soles of my feet and into my fingertips. But this wasn’t just water. This was a river. Everything inside of me seemed to be vibrating. I felt a burning behind my eyes, but it was a good sort of heat, the way a sunwarmed car seat feels on your back on a cool day. My face ached, and I realized it was because I was smiling.
The pencil faded in slowly, looking like a ghost of itself at first, before finally becoming solid. I kept my hands out, the magic still pulsing through me, and turned to Alice to say something along the lines of “Neener neener!”
But then I saw that she wasn’t looking at me. She was looking past me, where the pencil was. I turned back and gasped.
Now there wasn’t just one pencil in front of me. There was a pile of maybe thirty spilling over each other, and more were popping up.
I dropped my hands and felt the magic stop instantly, like a connection had been severed.
“Holy crap!” I exclaimed sof
tly.
“My, my,” was Alice’s only comment.
“I . . .” I stared at the pile. “I did that,” I said finally, even as I mentally kicked myself for sounding so stupid.
“Indeed you did,” Alice said, shaking her head a little. Then she smiled. “I told you so.”
I laughed, but then a thought occurred to me.
“Wait. You said your sleeping spell lasts for only four hours.” I glanced at my watch. “It’s been almost four hours now, and it took us at least half an hour to get out here. How are we going to get back in time?”
Alice smiled, and with a snap of her fingers, two brooms suddenly materialized beside her.
“You’re joking,” I said.
The smile broadened, and she threw one leg over a broom and zoomed off into the sky. She came back down and hovered a few feet above my head, and her laugh echoed throughout the woods. “Come on, Sophia!” she called. “Be traditional for once!”
Heaving myself off the ground, I grabbed the slender neck of the broom. “Is this thing gonna hold me?” I called up to her. “We don’t all shop at Baby Gap!”
This time she didn’t bother to ask me what I was talking about. She just laughed and said, “I’d hurry if I were you! Fifteen minutes stand between you and year-long cellar duty!”
So I straddled the broom. I wasn’t quite as ladylike as Alice, but when the broom suddenly lifted into the air, I didn’t care how undignified I looked.
I grabbed the handle tighter and gave a startled yelp as the night air rushed over me. And then I was in the sky.
I’d assumed the broom would rush off and that I’d be hanging on for dear life, but instead it sort of glided, and I caught my breath, not out of fear but out of a feeling of sheer exhilaration. The air was cold but soft around me, and as I followed Alice back to the school, I gathered the courage to look down at the trees below me. Alice had extinguished the orb, so all I could really make out were dark blobs, but I didn’t care. I was flying—actually honest-to-God flying.
The stars overhead felt close enough to touch, and my heart felt like it was floating free in my chest. In the distance I could see the green glow of the bubble around Hecate, and I hoped we would never get there, that I could just go on feeling this light, this free, forever.
Too soon, we touched down just in front of the porch. My cheeks felt chapped and my hands were numb, but I was smiling like a lunatic.
“That,” I pronounced, “was the most awesome thing ever. Why don’t all witches do that?”
Alice laughed as she dismounted. “I suppose it’s thought of as a cliché.”
“Well, screw that noise,” I said. “When I’m head of the Council, that’s going to be the only way to travel.”
Alice laughed again. “Glad to hear it.”
As we watched, the bubble around Hecate began to dim.
“Guess that means I should go in,” I said. “So, same time, same place tomorrow?”
Alice nodded and then reached into the pocket of her dress and pulled out a small pouch. “Take this with you.”
The bag was soft in my hand, and I could feel its contents shifting. “What is this?”
“Dirt from my grave. Should you ever need extra power for a spell, just pour a little on your hands and that should do it.”
“Okay. Um, thanks.” It would be nice to have a little extra magic mojo, but inside, all I could think was, Grave dirt? Gross.
“And, Sophia,” Alice added as I turned to go.
“Yeah?”
She walked up to me and took my shoulders, pulling my head down to her mouth. For a second I thought she was going to kiss me on the cheek or something, but then she whispered, “Be careful. The Eye sees you, even here.”
I jerked back, my heart pounding and my mouth dry, but before I could reply, Alice gave a sad smile and faded away.
CHAPTER 23
“So,” I breathlessly asked Archer a week later, “have you picked out the perfect shade of pink for your tux yet?”
We were in Defense, and I was only winded because I’d just delivered a blow that had sent Archer to the mat for the fifth time that day. My lack of oxygen had nothing to do with how good he looked in his tight T-shirt. I couldn’t believe I’d knocked him down so many times. Either he was getting worse, or I was getting a lot better. I mean, I was never going to be on American Gladiators, but I wasn’t half bad. And I’d been out all night.
My necklace bumped against my chest as I leaned down to offer Archer a hand. Alice’s charm had worked like a . . . well, you get it. I’d only gotten about two hours of sleep for the first three nights, and yet I’d woken up feeling fine. The first morning I’d lived in fear that Mrs. Casnoff was going to pull me into her office and ask if I knew anything about a sleeping spell someone had put on the school, but when that hadn’t happened, I’d started to relax a little. Now I didn’t even bother to sleep. I’d just lie there in the dark, feeling as antsy as a kid on Christmas Eve until I saw the soft green glow spill through my windows. Then I’d rush outside, jump onto my broom, and soar through the night sky until I got to the cemetery.
I knew what I was doing was dangerous and maybe a little stupid. But when I rode through the sky or did spells so powerful I’d never dreamed they existed, it was hard to remember that.
Archer grinned as I helped him to his feet.
“No, seriously,” I said. “Elodie was saying earlier that you two were going to match. So what shade is it? ‘Tickled Pink’? ‘Rambling Rose,’ maybe? Ooh, ooh, I know! ‘Virgin’s Blush’!”
The All Hallow’s Eve Ball was just a week away, and it seemed like that was all anyone was talking about. Even in Byron’s class our assignment had been to compose a sonnet about the outfit we were going to wear. I still had no idea what I was wearing. Ms. East was in charge of teaching us the transformation spell that would create our dresses and tuxes. Just yesterday she’d given us each a dummy dressed in something that looked like a pillowcase with armholes. I didn’t know why we couldn’t just transform clothes we already owned, but I figured it was just another one of Hecate’s dumb rules.
The shapeshifters and faeries had to get their own clothes, which meant that boxes had been arriving nonstop for the past few days.
And then there was Jenna. I’d offered to make her a dress, but she’d looked at me like I was completely stupid and said there was no way she was going to that “idiotic dance.”
We’d been working on the spell every day in Ms. East’s class, but so far everything I’d attempted had come out a little too poufy. Ms. East said that was just because I was too excited, but I didn’t really buy that. There was nothing all that exciting about the ball for me. I wasn’t “giving myself” to anyone.
“Shut up,” Archer said good-naturedly, lifting his arms over his head to stretch. “For your information, only my bow tie will be pink, and I plan on rocking it, thank you very much.”
I tried to smile back, but I was trying not to stare at the ribbon of skin that was showing beneath his T-shirt as he bent over.
As usual, my mouth went a little dry and my breathing sped up, and that weird, almost sad feeling settled in my stomach.
I never thought I’d be glad to hear the Vandy’s braying voice, but when she shouted, “All right! That’s it for today!” I could have kissed her.
Well, on second thought, no. Maybe a firm handshake.
“Holy hell weasel,” I muttered an hour later.
I was staring at my latest attempt at a ball gown. At least this one had avoided a serious case of the poufies, but it was also a noxious shade of yellow-green usually found in baby’s diapers or around nuclear disasters.
“Well, Miss Mercer. That’s . . . an improvement, I suppose,” Ms. East said. Her lips were pursed so tightly, it was a wonder any words had come out at all.
“Right,” Jenna said. She was sitting on a desk next to me. She spent most of the class reading those mangas she liked so much. “You’re getting better,” she
said encouragingly, but she frowned as she took in my latest creation.
“Yeah, at least this one didn’t knock over three desks,” Elodie sneered from beside me.
Her dress, of course, was gorgeous.
I’d assumed the ball was like the monster version of prom, and that the dresses would be similar to anything you’d see in a regular high school. Yeah, not so much. The dresses most of the girls were working on looked like something out of a fairy tale.
But Elodie’s dress was easily the prettiest in the class. High-waisted with delicate cap sleeves and frothy skirts, it looked like something you’d wear if you were in a Jane Austen book. I’d teased Archer about it being pink, but even I had to admit that the shade of pink was really lovely. Nowhere near “Electric Raspberry,” it was more the pale pink that you sometimes find inside shells. It seemed to glow like a pearl, and Elodie was going to be devastatingly beautiful in it.
Damn it.
Frustrated, I turned back to my own dress. I put my hands on either side of the dummy’s waist and thought, Beautiful dress, beautiful dress, something blue, as hard as I could. It was so annoying to know that I could now make something as big as a chair appear out of thin air, but I couldn’t seem to make a dress that wasn’t completely heinous. Okay, so the chair I’d conjured up last night was toddler-size, but still.
I felt the material shift and slip under my hands. Please, I thought, my eyes squeezed shut.
Then I heard Elodie and Anna burst out laughing.
Crap.
I opened my eyes to stare at a bright blue tulle monstrosity with a skirt that would hit me at mid thigh. I’d look like the really slutty bride of Cookie Monster.
I muttered a really bad word under my breath, which earned me an evil look from Ms. East, but surprisingly, no punishment. I guess she couldn’t really blame me after she looked at the dress.
“Wow, Sophie, that’s really something.” Elodie sauntered over to me, one hand on her hip. “I think you have a real future in fashion design.”
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