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quietly.
Andi drew back toward the dark of the garden, the ludicrous possibility Mr. Jackson might be telling the truth sinking in.
"I have no idea if you’re lying or just crazy,” Fredrick said, his voice low and tight. “But you’ve no right to keep us here.”
“I agree. But unfortunately, I’ve been forbidden to help you get back to your homes,” Mr. Jackson said evenly.
“Of course you have,” Dylan mocked from across the circle.
Mr. Jackson ignored him. “While I cannot divulge information myself, I do know someone who might be able to tell you what you need to know." Lacing his fingers and leaning in until his elbows rested on his knees, he met their eyes one by one with a serious expression.
The hair on the back of Andi’s neck prickled and a sick, uneasy feeling washed over her. With each dark shadow, she anticipated the terrifying rumble of the chainsaw from her childhood nightmares. This was a horror story, all right. She felt they were teetering on a ledge and were now getting to what would either to make them tumble into the gorge or allow them to crawl back to freedom.
“I’m supposed to turn you over to my master immediately, but if you’ll let me, I’m willing to hide you as long as I can.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” Quinn scoffed. “We’re not actually taking him seriously, are we?” she asked, turning to the others.
“I’ll arrange transportation for you to Cynthia Wellington’s childhood home,” Mr. Jackson said. “Her family might be able to help you. ”
“How—” Andi stuttered glancing at the others in trepidation, “how do know my grandmother’s name?”
“She is from here.”
“She’s not from here,” Andi said in a stiff voice, "and you can’t possibly have any information about her.”
Unperturbed, Mr. Jackson rested his hands on the arms of his chair. "I know that was her cloak, and those shoes you’ve had a death grip on since you got here were hers as well."
Andi narrowed her eyes at him. This was a whole new level of creepy.
“I know you resemble her in a rather remarkable way, and as a measure of good faith, I'll show you what her cloak does.” He raised his eyebrows at her. “Unless you've al ready figured it out yourself?"
He held out a hand for the cloak and Andi tried to contain her mistrust as she considered him. The other three watched her with doubtful expressions, but she unfastened it from her neck and tossed it in his direction. "It’s done nothing but cause trouble so far."
Mr. Jackson didn't respond. He only shook the cloak, turned it velvet side out, and handed it back. "Try it on now."
Giving her shoes to Quinn, Andi refastened the cloak around her. Nothing happened, and the drop in her stomach forced her to admit part of her thought she might reappear in her kitchen.
"Hood up," Mr. Jackson instructed with his arms crossed. Andi used both hands to flick the hood into place and a sense of déjà vu made her dizzy . Had she really been at home only this afternoon? Again nothing happened, but the others reacted immediately.
They all vaulted from their chairs, Fredrick shouting, "What did you do to her?" and Dylan’s eyes growing wide. Mouth slack, shoes loose in her grasp, Quinn’s eyes slid past her. Andi looked down at her toes and let out an unintelligible shout.
Her body had simply disappeared.
The others froze.
"Candide?" Dylan asked, turning to her, eyes still unseeing.
"Andi," she replied automatically. Flipping back the hood she noticed the relief of the other three as she reappeared. She gave Dylan a small smile, suddenly in a much better mood. She could see definite pluses to being invisible. If only this place were Hogwarts. "Nobody calls me Candide, and don’t even think about calling me Candy."
"That was awesome." Dylan looked at her with envy. "I want one."
Quinn gave her a wry smile. "You almost gave me a heart attack, and that's saying something after the day
Andi drew back toward the dark of the garden, the ludicrous possibility Mr. Jackson might be telling the truth sinking in.
"I have no idea if you’re lying or just crazy,” Fredrick said, his voice low and tight. “But you’ve no right to keep us here.”
“I agree. But unfortunately, I’ve been forbidden to help you get back to your homes,” Mr. Jackson said evenly.
“Of course you have,” Dylan mocked from across the circle.
Mr. Jackson ignored him. “While I cannot divulge information myself, I do know someone who might be able to tell you what you need to know." Lacing his fingers and leaning in until his elbows rested on his knees, he met their eyes one by one with a serious expression.
The hair on the back of Andi’s neck prickled and a sick, uneasy feeling washed over her. With each dark shadow, she anticipated the terrifying rumble of the chainsaw from her childhood nightmares. This was a horror story, all right. She felt they were teetering on a ledge and were now getting to what would either to make them tumble into the gorge or allow them to crawl back to freedom.
“I’m supposed to turn you over to my master immediately, but if you’ll let me, I’m willing to hide you as long as I can.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” Quinn scoffed. “We’re not actually taking him seriously, are we?” she asked, turning to the others.
“I’ll arrange transportation for you to Cynthia Wellington’s childhood home,” Mr. Jackson said. “Her family might be able to help you. ”
“How—” Andi stuttered glancing at the others in trepidation, “how do know my grandmother’s name?”
“She is from here.”
“She’s not from here,” Andi said in a stiff voice, "and you can’t possibly have any information about her.”
Unperturbed, Mr. Jackson rested his hands on the arms of his chair. "I know that was her cloak, and those shoes you’ve had a death grip on since you got here were hers as well."
Andi narrowed her eyes at him. This was a whole new level of creepy.
“I know you resemble her in a rather remarkable way, and as a measure of good faith, I'll show you what her cloak does.” He raised his eyebrows at her. “Unless you've al ready figured it out yourself?"
He held out a hand for the cloak and Andi tried to contain her mistrust as she considered him. The other three watched her with doubtful expressions, but she unfastened it from her neck and tossed it in his direction. "It’s done nothing but cause trouble so far."
Mr. Jackson didn't respond. He only shook the cloak, turned it velvet side out, and handed it back. "Try it on now."
Giving her shoes to Quinn, Andi refastened the cloak around her. Nothing happened, and the drop in her stomach forced her to admit part of her thought she might reappear in her kitchen.
"Hood up," Mr. Jackson instructed with his arms crossed. Andi used both hands to flick the hood into place and a sense of déjà vu made her dizzy . Had she really been at home only this afternoon? Again nothing happened, but the others reacted immediately.
They all vaulted from their chairs, Fredrick shouting, "What did you do to her?" and Dylan’s eyes growing wide. Mouth slack, shoes loose in her grasp, Quinn’s eyes slid past her. Andi looked down at her toes and let out an unintelligible shout.
Her body had simply disappeared.
The others froze.
"Candide?" Dylan asked, turning to her, eyes still unseeing.
"Andi," she replied automatically. Flipping back the hood she noticed the relief of the other three as she reappeared. She gave Dylan a small smile, suddenly in a much better mood. She could see definite pluses to being invisible. If only this place were Hogwarts. "Nobody calls me Candide, and don’t even think about calling me Candy."
"That was awesome." Dylan looked at her with envy. "I want one."
Quinn gave her a wry smile. "You almost gave me a heart attack, and that's saying something after the day
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