Bridgett smiled. And tried to hide her smile. “Excuse I need to get something from my lab.” Leaving her books strewn across the table she gilded out of the suite. The heavy wood door giving a solid thunk behind her.
Jamie’s head fell to the table. He groaned. Dahlia looked confused.
“What? It’s not like she could possibly make that happen.” Her eyes darted to the main door and back to Jamie.
“She’s going to cast a suggestion spell.” Jamie answered.
“Oh give me a break; those things never work.” Dahlia tucked her fluffy brown hair behind her ear. As much as Bridgett took to plotting, and as annoying as it was, she really couldn’t do anything.
“Bridgett can do suggestion spells.” Jamie said matter-of-factly.
“No she can’t! The concept of a suggestion spell is inherently flawed. Not only do you have to form a connection with the target’s mind,” Dahlia counted the action on her finger, “which, I might add, has to be voluntary on both sides, but you have to give them thoughts, “ Dahlia counted this action as well, “while overcoming the mind’s sense of self and foreign.” Dahlia ticked this final action on her fingers as well. Throwing her arms up into the air, “You can’t ask for a connection and then tell the person to do something without them realizing it was you telling them to do it.”
“I never asked Bridgett how she does it. We should stop talking, though, and get our work done before dinner.”
* * *
Eric was fiddling with the window casement. There was a certain trick to opening it.
Below wasn’t as deserted as he had hoped though. Classes were out for the underclassmen, and there was a sprinkling of them enjoying the last of the sun before dinner. Beyond the building next door, students were walking along the paths.
Eric leaned his head against the cold glass pane. Eric had never been the one to run away before. Well, not like this. He had avoided authority too many times to count. Much of the reason he had ended up in St. Margot’s School for Misbehaved Children. Failure, he guessed. He was running away from failure.
Jaime could help him, he realized. Jamie had helped him before. He remembered a day when he Jamie and Bridgett had been working on homework together. They all had the same math class. Bridgett had almost gotten angry that Eric hadn’t gotten the problem when she explained. But you just take the integral of both sides and… Jamie went through the problem with Eric and knew just exactly what to say so that it would make sense to him. Part of being bonded, he thought.
Eric was resistant to the idea of asking Jamie for help, but he felt the need to see him. Maybe Jamie would just know.
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