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Chatoyant College

Chapter 23: Sinister Plans

“So if you’re already done your homework, what are your plans for the rest of the day?” Roe asked Corrie.

“Well, I should probably head to the library for research on my history term paper. But that’s boring, and it’s not due until the end of finals week, anyway.” Corrie shrugged. “Actually, I emailed Paul. We’re going to meet up later tonight—well, as close as we can get—and I’m going to try to take that stupid curse off him.”

“Paul?” Roe said. “Your stalker?”

Chapter 22: Swapping Stories

There were a few people in the hallway, but no Roe, so Corrie slipped past them to get to the end where Roe’s door was. She knocked, and it was answered quickly. “Corrie!” said Roe. “You’re back too?”

“Actually, I’ve been back for a few hours now,” Corrie said. “But it looks like right now is the time for everybody to show up.”

Roe leaned through the doorway, looked down the hall, and laughed. “I guess Edie and I just beat the rush. We met in the parking lot and walked up together.”

Chapter 21: Return

Sunday, November 30

Corrie arrived, late Sunday morning, to a quiet campus. After a busy—and early—Friday and Saturday working at the clothing store for their post-Thanksgiving sales, she’d decided to have a nice long sleep on Saturday night and then get back to school. She had too many things to do to stay at home.

Chapter 20: Refill

Corrie and Etta talked for the rest of the afternoon, and by the time her grandmother called everyone for dinner, Corrie had her cousin at least half convinced to go to Chatoyant College in a few years—which was especially impressive since Etta hadn’t even been sure she wanted to go to college when they started talking. She was still shy and quiet, but so were some of Corrie’s best friends, and she still felt that she’d done a lot of good by making Etta more comfortable.

Chapter 19: Potluck

Corrie’s grandmother’s apartment was so crowded that she and her mother could barely squeeze inside. It was hot from the electric heat and the press of bodies. Dozens of smells mingled in the air—sweat, soap, perfume, food. Overlaying it all was the scent of something that had burnt, and the smoke hung in a haze near the ceiling. The lights were bright and there was so much chattering that she couldn’t even tell where half of it was coming from.

Corrie loved it.

Chapter 18: Thanksgiving Day

Thursday, November 27

Edie dreamed that night about pies. In her dream, the bottoms of her pumpkin pies had, unbeknownst to her, burnt clear through, so that when she cut into them they stank and fell apart, and the entire pie tasted awful. Everyone made fun of her for not knowing how to bake pie and Thanksgiving dinner was ruined.

When she woke up, she had to take several deep breaths and assure herself that her pies were perfect (they were) and that dinner wouldn’t be ruined even if she had burnt them before she could get up.

Chapter 17: Pies

Edie was miserable. Supposedly her grandmother was doing all the cooking for Thanksgiving dinner, as she usually did—she did the hosting, after all—but her mother had decided that she needed to bake some pies and had recruited Edie to help. It was sweltering in the kitchen, with the oven fully heated even though they hadn’t finished the pumpkin pie filling, and her little brother kept stealing pieces of pie crust.

Chapter 16: A Relaxing Day

Wednesday, November 26

Dawn slept until noon the next day—partly wonderful luxury, partly exhaustion, because the late flight meant they had all been up late. Still, she felt very refreshed and happy when she woke up, and was even more pleased when she remembered that she didn’t have to change out of her pajamas to go get breakfast.

Chapter 15: Surprise

Dawn was glad she’d already packed up the stuff she’d need for the long weekend, because by the time she got to the parking lot, her parents were standing around outside the car and looking impatient. She held up her bags and waited for her dad to pop the trunk. He took the bags from her and threw them in. “Sorry,” she said, “that ran longer than I expected. But it was important. Why are you in a hurry? We’re not really going to drive all the way home tonight, are we?”

Chapter 14: Pondering

As the four of them left the meeting with Professor Lal, Dawn was worried about getting her things together in time to meet her parents, but she was more worried about what the professor had told them. She didn’t really like any of it—not the idea that the court faeries had some unusual way to get things to the library, nor the fact that Mardalan was not the one who had created the book after all, and definitely not the fact that she and her friends were the human students with the most knowledge of faeries on the entire campus. It felt like it was her fault, and she hated it.

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