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Wed, 09/02/2015 - 6:45pm

Tuesday, March 1

Edie was paying attention in French class, as usual. She really was—at least as much as usual. She’d opted to take the next level of French and no other classes, but while it was supposed to be conversational French and reading texts, it was still easy for her. The teacher gave out too many English-language hints for her taste, and some words were glossed in the margins of their textbook that she would have preferred to puzzle out herself from context.

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Sun, 08/30/2015 - 6:45pm

Professor Strega agreed to their requests. Dawn suggested exchanging email addresses so they could all email each other when they’d found anything, thinking that it would be easier than sneaking around, but Professor Strega said that she didn’t like email, so they agreed that they would meet if they had anything to discuss; Edie would tell Dawn if she had anything, and she and the professor would make their plans after class.

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Wed, 08/26/2015 - 6:28pm

Dawn resisted the urge to look at Edie, to make sure her friend was hearing the same thing she was. Of course she was hearing it. There was nothing wrong with Dawn’s ears.

It just didn’t make any sense. Who could stop Professor Strega from leaving? Who would want to?

“Who told you that?” she asked cautiously. Maybe it was Tom, or one of the other tricky faeries, playing a prank. Maybe it was Mardalan or one of the faeries from her court being cruel. If so, this would be easy enough to clear up, though it still didn’t make sense that the professor would want their help.

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Sun, 08/23/2015 - 6:41pm

After dinner, Dawn, Corrie, and Edie went back to Corrie and Edie’s dorm room to work on their homework. Dawn kept anxiously checking the time. She was having a hard time concentrating on her homework, but for once, that didn’t really bother her. She would have plenty of time to finish—none of it was due tomorrow, since she’d already done her Academic Writing homework and Professor Lal’s class didn’t have any real homework.

Finally, at fifteen minutes to eight, she closed her book and stood up. “Are you guys ready to go?”

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Wed, 08/19/2015 - 6:42pm

When it was their usual time for dinner, they gathered a group of their friends at a table together to tell them about what Professor Strega wanted—Roe, Annie, Rico, and Duncan. Derwen was nowhere to be seen, which Edie seemed to be disappointed by, but Dawn was oddly a little relieved. She thought that Derwen might have things to say that she wouldn’t like. She had always seemed fairly close to Professor Lal; she might share the professor’s apparent dislike for Professor Strega.

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Sun, 08/16/2015 - 6:21pm

Dawn had no response for a moment. That wasn’t at all what she had expected Professor Strega to say—that definitely wasn’t anything she would have expected any faerie, especially a professor, to say. Why would she want their help?

The answer came to her even as Corrie actually voiced it. “Why them?”

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Wed, 08/12/2015 - 6:37pm

Professor Strega didn’t speak for the rest of the class. Evidently, she didn’t see any need to give them further instructions. Dawn just sat there, feeling the connection between her and the earth. She could tell that she would be able to extend it if she wanted, make it go deeper, but she was a little nervous to try. She remembered when she’d tried using this kind of magic to create wind and it had gotten out of her control. She didn’t want that to happen again, even if she wasn’t actually doing anything with the magic.

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Sun, 08/09/2015 - 6:41pm

Monday, February 28

Dawn walked into Trance class and automatically stowed her bag and coat under the bench. Most of the other students, including Corrie and Rico, had stopped carrying bags to class at all, but she came directly from her History of Psychology class, so she didn’t have time to drop off her things. Professor Strega always had them put their things where they wouldn’t get in their way, so she’d gotten used to it.

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Wed, 08/05/2015 - 6:43pm

She spoke to him, before he was forced to leave. She asked him why.

All he had were excuses. He didn’t have any real reasons; he didn’t even know his reasons. But it was the excuses she was interested in. It was the excuses that told her his true feelings.

She found another to speak to; one who had left and then returned. She asked why she would have chosen such things. Her stories were interesting, but in a different way than she had originally anticipated.

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Wed, 08/05/2015 - 6:42pm
The wonderful thing about tiggers