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What is up with you and precog and pregnant
women?
He shrugged helplessly. Now what the hell do
we do? No one was better thinking on the fly than his
sister.
Nell looked at him for a moment. Leave it be,
for now. Precog isn’t a guarantee, so we really don’t know anything
more than we knew before. One step at a time, brother mine. Let’s
see if we can learn more about our maybe-witch via some slightly
more scientific methods.
Damn, he hated precog.
~ ~ ~
Moira: Hello, Nell—do you
have our Elorie?
Nell: We do. She’s settling
into her room now, which really means she has my three daughters
urging her to pull out every last piece of jewelry and show it
off.
Moira: She makes truly
splendid things. I have a new pendant she made for me with some
lovely blue glass in it.
Nell: I hope she brought
enough with her. I think half the witch population of California
plans to visit her at the Art Fair.
Moira: I do appreciate that,
Nell. She was a little nervous about bringing her designs to such a
fancy exhibition. It’s a bit different than selling it in a few
shops like she does here.
Nell: We support our own, you
know that. And witch or not, Elorie is one of our own.
Sophie: Do me a favor and
snag me a couple of things if you go, Nell. Something green,
maybe.
Moira: And good evening to
you, Sophie. I didn’t see you come in.
Nell: She’s a sneaky witch,
our Sophie.
Sophie: Ha. I was brewing a
couple of potions on the stove—sorry I’m a little late.
Nell: Can we switch to video
chat? I spent a lot of time coding today, and my fingers are
tired.
Moira: I’m not entirely sure
how to do that on this new computer of mine. It doesn’t have one of
those wee cameras sitting on top.
Nell: If it’s new, it likely
has the camera built in—try clicking on the video chat button and
see what happens.
Just like magic, Moira thought as she watched
Nell and Sophie come to life on her screen. “Isn’t that lovely,
now.”
“I’m envious of your new computer,” Sophie said.
“Mine feels like a clunker, even though it’s only two years
old.”
Nell snickered. “The witchlings in my basement
are having fun melting laptop hard drives. If you want to donate
yours to the cause, just let me know.”
Hard drive. Moira tried to get her creaky brain
working. That had been one of the words Marcus used when he tried
to explain what had happened to her old computer. “And why would
you be melting computers?”
The guilty look on Nell’s face was timeless.
“Nell Aria Walker, what kind of trouble are you
getting into?”
Sophie burst out laughing. “Aunt Moira, you do
that very well, but Nell’s a grown woman. I’m guessing it won’t be
quite as effective on her as it is on witchlings.”
Nell rolled her eyes. “It might. That was pretty
good—I might have you give me lessons when I bring my crew out this
summer.”
An old witch could still be embarrassed. “I’m
sorry, Nell, forgive me—I’ve been a wee bit unsettled lately. This
has something to do with Elorie, doesn’t it? Marcus is convinced
she’s the one who caused my old computer to stop working.”
“It’s more than that,” Nell said, looking
serious. “Someone utterly melted the insides of your laptop. That’s
no easy feat, even with witch power. Aervyn couldn’t do it, even
with an assist from Jamie.”
It was good to know there were things beyond
Aervyn’s power just yet. Small boys needed some limits. However,
the rest of what Nell was saying seemed like nonsense. “Then why do
you believe Elorie was involved? Things don’t seem to be very well
made these days, so perhaps my little machine just broke.”
Nell shook her head. “I’ve seen pretty much
every way a computer can break, and I’ve never seen anything like
this. With three witches in the room when it happened, it’s not a
big leap to believe power was involved.”
It wasn’t often she lost her temper, so Moira
struggled
What is up with you and precog and pregnant
women?
He shrugged helplessly. Now what the hell do
we do? No one was better thinking on the fly than his
sister.
Nell looked at him for a moment. Leave it be,
for now. Precog isn’t a guarantee, so we really don’t know anything
more than we knew before. One step at a time, brother mine. Let’s
see if we can learn more about our maybe-witch via some slightly
more scientific methods.
Damn, he hated precog.
~ ~ ~
Moira: Hello, Nell—do you
have our Elorie?
Nell: We do. She’s settling
into her room now, which really means she has my three daughters
urging her to pull out every last piece of jewelry and show it
off.
Moira: She makes truly
splendid things. I have a new pendant she made for me with some
lovely blue glass in it.
Nell: I hope she brought
enough with her. I think half the witch population of California
plans to visit her at the Art Fair.
Moira: I do appreciate that,
Nell. She was a little nervous about bringing her designs to such a
fancy exhibition. It’s a bit different than selling it in a few
shops like she does here.
Nell: We support our own, you
know that. And witch or not, Elorie is one of our own.
Sophie: Do me a favor and
snag me a couple of things if you go, Nell. Something green,
maybe.
Moira: And good evening to
you, Sophie. I didn’t see you come in.
Nell: She’s a sneaky witch,
our Sophie.
Sophie: Ha. I was brewing a
couple of potions on the stove—sorry I’m a little late.
Nell: Can we switch to video
chat? I spent a lot of time coding today, and my fingers are
tired.
Moira: I’m not entirely sure
how to do that on this new computer of mine. It doesn’t have one of
those wee cameras sitting on top.
Nell: If it’s new, it likely
has the camera built in—try clicking on the video chat button and
see what happens.
Just like magic, Moira thought as she watched
Nell and Sophie come to life on her screen. “Isn’t that lovely,
now.”
“I’m envious of your new computer,” Sophie said.
“Mine feels like a clunker, even though it’s only two years
old.”
Nell snickered. “The witchlings in my basement
are having fun melting laptop hard drives. If you want to donate
yours to the cause, just let me know.”
Hard drive. Moira tried to get her creaky brain
working. That had been one of the words Marcus used when he tried
to explain what had happened to her old computer. “And why would
you be melting computers?”
The guilty look on Nell’s face was timeless.
“Nell Aria Walker, what kind of trouble are you
getting into?”
Sophie burst out laughing. “Aunt Moira, you do
that very well, but Nell’s a grown woman. I’m guessing it won’t be
quite as effective on her as it is on witchlings.”
Nell rolled her eyes. “It might. That was pretty
good—I might have you give me lessons when I bring my crew out this
summer.”
An old witch could still be embarrassed. “I’m
sorry, Nell, forgive me—I’ve been a wee bit unsettled lately. This
has something to do with Elorie, doesn’t it? Marcus is convinced
she’s the one who caused my old computer to stop working.”
“It’s more than that,” Nell said, looking
serious. “Someone utterly melted the insides of your laptop. That’s
no easy feat, even with witch power. Aervyn couldn’t do it, even
with an assist from Jamie.”
It was good to know there were things beyond
Aervyn’s power just yet. Small boys needed some limits. However,
the rest of what Nell was saying seemed like nonsense. “Then why do
you believe Elorie was involved? Things don’t seem to be very well
made these days, so perhaps my little machine just broke.”
Nell shook her head. “I’ve seen pretty much
every way a computer can break, and I’ve never seen anything like
this. With three witches in the room when it happened, it’s not a
big leap to believe power was involved.”
It wasn’t often she lost her temper, so Moira
struggled
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