After a while, Edie got tired of her book. She wasn’t finding anything useful in it—though it was really interesting—and she remembered that it was almost halfway through Hanukkah already and she hadn’t finished her presents for her family. Leah had complained about getting knitted presents in the past, so Edie had bought her a gift, but she wanted to wait until she had presents for everyone else before giving them out.
The next day Corrie did set her alarm, but she woke up right before it went off anyway. Maybe she’d just needed that day of rest. After a quick check of online maps to make sure she had a good route in mind, she took off for her run.
Lacey swiveled into the server’s station, grabbing a tray and topping it off with glasses, then tossing in some ice. While some might have needed to glance at their order pad to remember all five drinks requested, Lacey was experienced enough to recall them perfectly. Plus, they’d all ordered soda, so if she got one wrong she could just say the syrup was low in the machine and that accounted for the odd flavor.
“Hey,” Brooklyn said, sidling up next to Lacey and grabbing a stack of napkins. “Where’s your trainees?”
On Sunday afternoon, while Dawn was safely enclosed in her bedroom reading a book, she faintly heard the doorbell ring. A few moments later, she heard her mother’s voice shouting up the stairs, “Dawn! It’s Stephanie!”
Distraught as Vince was by turning Camille’s hair into a fireworks display, he didn’t have the option of staying in Melbrook and dwelling on it all night. He and Mary were due for their last round of training at Supper with Supers, and no amount of guilt excused him from the job. Mr. Transport dropped them a few blocks away, leaving them to casually stroll in several minutes before their appointed time. Already waiting there was a costumed woman around their own age, leaning against the host’s stand and flipping through the reservation’s book.
“It’s fine, Vince. Really. It’s just hair,” Camille reassured him. She, Vince, Chad, and Roy were heading back to the lifts after a quick meeting with Dr. Moran. It seemed that, when jumping through Vince’s wall of flame, a section of her long, pale-blonde hair had caught fire. Luckily, Vince noticed and put her out before too much was consumed or the flame could reach her skull, however the end results had been some severely charred portions of hair.
The next day after breakfast, Edie decided to try on all her new clothes over again. She knew from experience that sometimes clothes seemed to flatter her in the dressing room, but when she wore them at home and looked in her own mirror, she didn’t like them at all anymore. Even though she had all of break ahead of her, she didn’t want to wake up in the morning, wanting to get dressed, only to find the shirt she wanted to wear didn’t look at all like she remembered.
That afternoon, after Corrie had spent a few hours watching videos online and doing a little bit of practicing magic—it wasn’t any harder for her to do elemental magic off campus than it was on, though she couldn’t seem to summon up the concentration to try trance—she had an idea. She remembered creating water for her own glass on Thanksgiving, and how cool her cousin had thought it was. Darlene had told Corrie to bring people. Would Etta be interested in a Christmas party?
Within moments Camille had shed the outer layers of her uniform, leaving a sport’s bra and pair of athletic shorts as her covering. In a rare surprise, her embarrassment was actually so overpowering she couldn’t even blush. Instead, she took deep breathes and tried not to think about how little she was wearing while in view of the entire class. This was the part of her power that she’d always hated the most, the necessity for skin to skin contact. When healing it was no big deal. Grabbing someone to impart damage, however, was a more difficult task.