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student just yet.
And you will no doubt be unsurprised to hear that Elsie has been floating on a musical cloud since her lesson today. We will see if it lasts through getting soaking wet.
Off to beg, borrow, or bribe a waterproofing spell.
I will come to see you soon,
Jennie
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To: [email protected]
From: Vero Liantro < [email protected] >
Subject: Re: One tired witch.
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Jennie, my heart,
It’s Melvin again. I remember a certain young witch who became fascinated with a camera. I do believe I had to pry your hands off the darkroom table and feed you a time or two.
That’s not to say that Lizard’s current obsessions are healthy. But a driven heart can be a gift, and it’s only very recently that our girl has found something to be passionate about. It sounds to me like she wants to succeed, and that should be celebrated, along with making sure she doesn’t topple over from lack of food or sleep.
Balance matters—and so does a purpose in life. There might be some bumps as Lizard gets herself pointed straight down the road, but it’s a lovely thing indeed to see her driving. The biggest chain on that delightful girl’s soul is a lack of belief the world will adore her. She’s giving us a chance to do just that right now, and I hope she trusts the answer that comes.
As for Elsie, of course she is singing. It was a wonderful thing I did earlier today, sitting in the parlor just outside the music room and listening to their voices soar together. Elsie is not the only one who has had a song in her heart since—my Vero has been puttering in the kitchen, singing arias as she bakes cookies. She believes her voice has ceased to carry its old magic, so she sings less than she once did.
She is so very wrong.
Students are a gift, my love—don’t ever forget it.
Stay dry this afternoon,
Melvin
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“Where do you think we should make our stand?” Elsie stood beside Jamie, nervously surveying Nell’s back yard.
“Right in the middle.” Jamie grinned. “That’ll psych out the other teams the most.”
“Don’t we maybe want to defend one of our flanks?” Elsie had spent half the night reading military strategy websites. Rather sinister, but surprisingly useful. The other two teams had at least one well-protected side. The mind-witch team—Lizard, Lauren, Jennie, and Caro—were set up against the fence. Ginia and Aervyn, along with pretty much all the air and water witches in town, including their powerhouse older brother Nathan, were perched on top of the play structure, a huge tree at their backs.
“We have enough people to man four sides—that should be enough.” Jamie measured with his eyes. “And it will give us the shortest distance to the home base for the other two teams.”
“Doesn’t that mean we’re just going to be easier to hit?”
Jamie chuckled. “I think your brilliant idea’s going to put a large dent in that problem.”
It was a pretty clever plan. And probably a dry one—unless you were on one of the capture squads. Elsie had somehow become Nat’s partner on the suicide mission to capture Team Lizard’s base. She was going to drown. However, they had to try—winning required control of all three home bases. And the military websites had assured her that the best generals led from the front.
Elsie looked around one more time and couldn’t come up with a better place to locate their crew. She hadn’t been this nervous since defending her PhD thesis. Heck, she was probably wearing the same clothes—her wardrobe didn’t run to backyard shenanigans.
The quick ring of flames Jamie sent up to outline their team turf in the grass didn’t help settle the turmoil in her belly any. “Isn’t Nell going to care about crop circles in her lawn?”
Jamie laughed and waved the flames off.
And you will no doubt be unsurprised to hear that Elsie has been floating on a musical cloud since her lesson today. We will see if it lasts through getting soaking wet.
Off to beg, borrow, or bribe a waterproofing spell.
I will come to see you soon,
Jennie
~ ~ ~
––––––––––––––
To: [email protected]
From: Vero Liantro < [email protected] >
Subject: Re: One tired witch.
––––––––––––––
Jennie, my heart,
It’s Melvin again. I remember a certain young witch who became fascinated with a camera. I do believe I had to pry your hands off the darkroom table and feed you a time or two.
That’s not to say that Lizard’s current obsessions are healthy. But a driven heart can be a gift, and it’s only very recently that our girl has found something to be passionate about. It sounds to me like she wants to succeed, and that should be celebrated, along with making sure she doesn’t topple over from lack of food or sleep.
Balance matters—and so does a purpose in life. There might be some bumps as Lizard gets herself pointed straight down the road, but it’s a lovely thing indeed to see her driving. The biggest chain on that delightful girl’s soul is a lack of belief the world will adore her. She’s giving us a chance to do just that right now, and I hope she trusts the answer that comes.
As for Elsie, of course she is singing. It was a wonderful thing I did earlier today, sitting in the parlor just outside the music room and listening to their voices soar together. Elsie is not the only one who has had a song in her heart since—my Vero has been puttering in the kitchen, singing arias as she bakes cookies. She believes her voice has ceased to carry its old magic, so she sings less than she once did.
She is so very wrong.
Students are a gift, my love—don’t ever forget it.
Stay dry this afternoon,
Melvin
~ ~ ~
“Where do you think we should make our stand?” Elsie stood beside Jamie, nervously surveying Nell’s back yard.
“Right in the middle.” Jamie grinned. “That’ll psych out the other teams the most.”
“Don’t we maybe want to defend one of our flanks?” Elsie had spent half the night reading military strategy websites. Rather sinister, but surprisingly useful. The other two teams had at least one well-protected side. The mind-witch team—Lizard, Lauren, Jennie, and Caro—were set up against the fence. Ginia and Aervyn, along with pretty much all the air and water witches in town, including their powerhouse older brother Nathan, were perched on top of the play structure, a huge tree at their backs.
“We have enough people to man four sides—that should be enough.” Jamie measured with his eyes. “And it will give us the shortest distance to the home base for the other two teams.”
“Doesn’t that mean we’re just going to be easier to hit?”
Jamie chuckled. “I think your brilliant idea’s going to put a large dent in that problem.”
It was a pretty clever plan. And probably a dry one—unless you were on one of the capture squads. Elsie had somehow become Nat’s partner on the suicide mission to capture Team Lizard’s base. She was going to drown. However, they had to try—winning required control of all three home bases. And the military websites had assured her that the best generals led from the front.
Elsie looked around one more time and couldn’t come up with a better place to locate their crew. She hadn’t been this nervous since defending her PhD thesis. Heck, she was probably wearing the same clothes—her wardrobe didn’t run to backyard shenanigans.
The quick ring of flames Jamie sent up to outline their team turf in the grass didn’t help settle the turmoil in her belly any. “Isn’t Nell going to care about crop circles in her lawn?”
Jamie laughed and waved the flames off.
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