“Ha-ha,” I muttered, which, as far as comebacks go, is about as cool as saying, “So there.”
“I can’t believe I actually invited you to join my coven,” she said, turning those bright green eyes on me.
I groaned inwardly. Elodie’s eyes were only that bright when she was about to deliver a huge smackdown. The last time I’d seen her like this was the night she’d called Jenna a bloodsucking freak after they’d found Chaston.
“Here you are, the head of the Council’s daughter, and you can’t even make a dress. Pathetic.”
“Look, Elodie, I don’t want to fight. So just . . . just leave me alone and let me work on my dress, okay?”
But she wasn’t remotely finished with me.
“Why do you even care about making a dress for the ball? Who have you got to look pretty for? Archer?”
I fought very hard to keep cool, even as my hands tightened around the material in front of me.
Elodie leaned in closer, so I doubted anyone else heard it when she whispered, “You think I don’t see the way you look at him?”
Keeping my eyes on the dummy, I said in the lowest, calmest voice possible, “Stop it, Elodie.”
“I mean, your crush on him is just so sweet. And by sweet, of course I mean tragic,” she continued. From the corner of my eye, I could see that almost everyone had stopped working and was watching us. Ms. East was pretending to ignore us, so I knew I was being thrown to the wolves on this one.
I took a deep breath and turned around to face Elodie, who was smirking at me in triumph.
“Oh, Elodie,” I said in a voice that was so sweet it practically dripped syrup, “don’t worry about me and Archer. After all, I’m not the one planning on having sex with him at the ball.”
The class erupted into giggles, and Elodie did something I’d never seen her do: she turned bright red and actually sputtered in her attempt to come up with a serious put-down.
Ms. East chose that moment to shout, “Miss Mercer! Miss Parris! Back to work!”
Smiling, I turned back to my dress. But the feeling of triumph was immediately deflated by the bright blue disaster in front of me.
“Does your magic feel off or anything?” Jenna asked softly.
“No, it feels the same as always. Water rushing up from my feet and all that.”
“What?” Anna sneered, propping a hand on her hip. “How does your magic feel?”
“Uh . . . like something coming up from underneath me,” I said, rushing to get the words out.
“That’s not what magic feels like,” Anna said.
I glanced around and saw that there were a few other witches staring at me in confusion.
“Magic comes from above,” Anna continued. “It feels like something falling over you, like . . .”
“Snow,” Elodie finished.
My face was hot when I turned back to my dummy. “I guess mine is just different, then.”
I heard some whispers, but I ignored them.
“You’ll get it,” Jenna said, shooting Anna a dirty look.
“Oh, I know I’m gonna get better,” I told her, running a hand over the tulle bustle in the back of the dress. (A bustle? Screw you, magical powers.) “This is the dress I’m making for you.”
“Oh, really?” she asked, her smile widening.
“Yeah, we’ll probably have to hem it, though. Don’t want it dragging on the floor.”
She playfully smacked my arm with the back of her hand, and before I knew it, we were laughing.
I spent the rest of the class attempting to make the ugliest dresses possible, which was only funny to me and Jenna. I lost count of how many times Ms. East threatened to throw us out of class, and Elodie rolled her eyes so much that Jenna finally asked if she was having a seizure. This made us laugh so hard that Ms. East finally did kick us out, and gave us both a seven-page essay to write on the history of clothing spells.
I didn’t care. To have Jenna laughing again, I would have written a hundred pages.
“I don’t know what changed,” I told Alice later that night as we moved through the forest, picking mint for some spell that could slow time. “One minute she was the same sulky Jenna she’s been for the past month, the next we were friends again.”
Alice didn’t say anything, so I said, “Isn’t that great?”
“I suppose.”
“You suppose?” I said, mocking her accent.
She straightened and glared at me. “It’s just that I don’t approve of your having a vampire for a bosom companion. It’s beneath you.”
I laughed. “Oh my God, beneath me? Come on.”
Alice sighed as she shoved another bunch of leaves into the small leather sack she’d conjured. “Your friends are your concern, Sophia. I’ll try to respect that. Now tell me about this party you have coming up.”
I bent down to pick another bunch of mint. “It’s a ball, actually. For Halloween. It should be awesome. Especially since I can’t manage to make a dress that doesn’t completely suck. Oh, and—bonus—I get to suffer through watching a girl I despise be totally beautiful and seduce a guy I like. Should be good times.”
“Elodie?”
I nodded.
Alice scowled. “I don’t care for that girl. She’s been quite hateful toward you. Undoubtedly because your powers are so superior to her own. There are few things more abhorrent to me than a weak witch.”
“Wow, tell me what you really think.”
Alice blinked at me. “I just did.”
“Forget it. It’s just so unfair that she’s such a heinous person, but her dress spell has turned out so beautifully. She’s going to look amazing.”
And have sex with Archer, I added silently.
I’d forgotten Alice could read my mind. “Oh. Is Archer that boy you fancy?”
There was no use in denying that I “fancied” him. I nodded.
“Humph,” Alice replied. “Why not just use a love charm on him? They’re frightfully simple.”
I shoved some more mint into my bag. “Because I . . . Look, this sounds stupid, but I really like him, and I don’t want him to like me back if it’s just, like, some spell.”
I thought Alice might argue with me, but she just shrugged and said, “Attraction has its own magic, I suppose.”
“Yeah, well, there’s probably no chance of him ever being attracted to me. I thought maybe at the ball . . . but I can’t even make a decent dress.”
I turned to Alice. “Why is it that when I’m out here with you, I can do completely kick-ass spells, but when I’m in the school, everything I do blows up in my face?”
“Confidence?” she suggested. “You feel unsure of yourself in that school, and it’s reflected in your magic.”
“Maybe.”
We continued picking plants for a while until Alice said, “You say this girl’s dress is beautiful?”
I sighed. “It’s perfect.”
Alice smiled, and in the light from the orb, I could swear her teeth actually gleamed.
“Would you like to change that?”
CHAPTER 24
Classes were canceled the day of the ball, and since it was another one of those beautiful, clear October days, nearly everybody spent it outside. Everybody but me. Well, me and Jenna. Even with her bloodstone, she wasn’t the biggest fan of the outdoors. She was curled up in her usual spot, on her bed, covered with her throw, and a manga in her hand.
I sat on my bed staring at my stupid dress dummy, which was still wearing the pillowcase. I’d spent most of the morning trying to turn it into something at least halfway presentable, and had had absolutely no luck. I couldn’t figure it out; I knew I wasn’t the world’s best witch, but a transformation spell just should not have been this hard. True, I’d never attempted anything as elaborate before, but I should have at least been able to make a little black dress. But even that had turned out shapeless, with a crooked hem to boot.
I sighed, and Jenna exclaimed, “Damn, Sophie, I’m sup
posed to be the moper. What is your problem?”
“This freaking dress.” I pointed at the offending object. “Nothing I do works.”
Jenna shrugged. “So don’t go.”
I glared at her. Jenna wasn’t going to the ball, so she didn’t understand why I so badly wanted to go. I didn’t really understand why I wanted to go either, although it probably had a lot to do with Archer in a tux.
I didn’t want to tell Jenna that, though. “It’s not the ball; it’s the principle of the thing. I should be able to do this spell. It’s just not that hard.”
“Maybe somebody cursed your dummy,” she joked, turning back to her manga.
My hand sneaked into my pocket and closed around the small object that seemed to be burning a hole there.
When Alice suggested doing a spell on Elodie’s dress, I had initially said no way. “I could get kicked out for doing magic on another student,” I’d told her.
“But it wouldn’t be you,” Alice argued. “It would be me. You would just be the carrier, as it were.”
That had made sense, and I have to admit I’d felt a little giddy when Alice had reached into her pocket and pulled out a tiny bone, probably from a bird. Alice having bones in her pocket probably should’ve freaked me out, but by that point I was used to Alice’s weirdness. Like the necklace that first night, the bone glowed softly in her hands. She’d smiled as she gave it to me. “Just slip this into the hem of her dress.”
“Do I need to say any special words or anything?”
“No. The bone will know what to do.”
I remembered those words now as I fingered the small, smooth bone. I’d had it for a week, and I still hadn’t used it. Alice had promised that the bone would only turn Elodie’s dress some horrible color when Elodie put it on, and that didn’t sound too bad. Still, I was worried. Every spell I’d ever tried to do on another person had gone badly, and even though I didn’t like Elodie, I didn’t want to accidentally hurt her. So the bone had stayed in my pocket.
But if I wasn’t going to use it, why hadn’t I thrown it out?
With another sigh, I got off my bed and went to the dummy. Even though it didn’t have a head, its very posture seemed to be mocking me. “What up, loser?” I imagined it saying. “I’d rather wear this pillowcase than any of your ugly designs.”
“Shut up,” I murmured as I put my hands on it and, yet again, concentrated as hard as I could. “Blue, pretty, please . . .” I muttered.
The fabric rippled and promptly became a sequined, bright blue hot pants outfit that looked like a majorette’s uniform.
“Crap, crap, crap!” I cried, hitting the dummy so that it spun on its stand.
Jenna looked up from her book. “Now that’s fetching.”
“Not helpful,” I growled. God, what was wrong with me? I’d done spells way harder than this, and they’d never, ever come out this badly.
“I’m telling you,” Jenna said, “you got a bum dummy. Nobody else seems to be having this hard a time with theirs.”
“I know,” I said, leaning my head on the dummy. “Even Sarah Williams, who is, like, the worst witch ever, made this really pretty red dress. It’s not as fancy as Elodie’s but—”
I stopped, a sinking feeling in my stomach.
It didn’t make sense for me to be having so much trouble making a dress. Maybe Jenna was right: maybe my dummy was cursed.
I pressed my hands to the pillowcase again, but this time I didn’t think of a dress. I just said, “’Fess up.”
For a moment nothing happened. I wasn’t sure whether I should feel relieved or disappointed.
Then, very slowly, two glowing handprints the faint burgundy color of watered-down wine appeared on the front of the dress.
Relief surged through me, but that was quickly swallowed up by a white-hot wave of anger.
“How did you do that?” Jenna asked from behind me. She was on her knees staring at the handprints.
“It’s a revelation spell,” I said through clenched teeth. “Lets you know if an object has been messed with magically.”
“Well, at least you know that you’re not a crap witch.”
I nodded, but I was nearly shaking with fury. Here I’d been thinking I was just useless, and it had been Elodie all along. It had to be her. Who else would want to make sure I couldn’t go to the ball? God, the whole thing was almost too fairy tale to handle.
And the thing that really bothered me was that I hadn’t used my curse on her dress. I’d felt bad about using it.
Well, screw that.
“Where’s Elodie right now?” I asked Jenna.
Her eyes were wide, so I knew I must have looked pretty scary.
“Um, I heard Anna say they were going down to the beach with a bunch of people.”
“Perfect.”
I headed for the door, ignoring Jenna as she called out, “What are you going to do?”
I hurried toward Elodie’s room. There was no one in the hall to see me as I slipped in.
My heart pounding, both out of fear and anger, I walked over to the window, where Anna’s and Elodie’s dress dummies stood. Anna’s dress was black with purple trim and a short train. She’d look amazing in it, but it was nothing compared to Elodie’s dress.
I hesitated for a moment.
Then I thought of Elodie laughing at me in class as I’d tried so hard to make just one damn dress, and my nerve came back.
I dropped to my knees and fished around in the filmy layers of skirts until I found a small gap in the hem. I slid the tiny bone inside and gave it a light pat. It glowed brightly inside the dress, shining dull red through all the layers of pink. I held my breath until the glow went out, then I ran for the door.
The hall was empty, so I was able to sneak back to my room unseen.
Jenna was still sitting on her bed when I came in.
“What did you do?”
I walked over to my bed and pulled out the small pouch of dirt I’d hidden there. “Let’s just say turnabout is fair play.”
Jenna opened her mouth, but then closed it again as she watched me pour some of the dirt on my hands. She probably thought I’d totally cracked up as I marched over to my dummy with dirt-covered hands, grasped it around the waist, and closed my eyes.
This time I didn’t even think anything specific. “Dress,” was all I said.
As usual, I could feel the dress slip and slide under my hands, but it was different this time. My hands felt hot, and it was like there was an electric current running through me.
I heard Jenna gasp, and when I stepped back and opened my eyes, I gasped too.
The dress wasn’t just beautiful, it was stunning.
It was peacock blue satin, and green lights seemed to dance inside the fabric. The top looked like a corset, strapless and boned in the front, and as I spun the dummy to the back, I saw that it laced up with a bright green ribbon.
The skirt belled out from the cinched-in waist, and, most impressive of all, there was a panel of actual peacock feathers running down the front, starting at a point just under the corset top and widening as it reached the bottom, like an upside-down triangle.
“Whoa,” Jenna breathed. “Now that is a dress. Sophie, you’re going to be gorgeous.”
She was right, I thought, feeling dazed. I would look gorgeous.
“What was that stuff you put on it?”
I wasn’t ready to tell Jenna about Alice, and I had a feeling she wouldn’t take the words grave dust well, so I just shrugged. “Magic powder.”
Jenna looked skeptical, but before she could ask any more questions, I gave her a bright smile and said, “Let me make you one.”
She gave a startled laugh. “You really wanna make me a dress?”
I nodded. “Why not? It’ll be fun, and then you can come with me to the ball.”
“I don’t think so, Soph,” she protested weakly, but I was already pulling one of her nightgowns out of her dresser. I pressed my still-dirty hands on it
and just thought, Jenna.
All of Jenna’s protests died on her lips when she saw the dress: hot pink, with thin straps and a sparkling belt at the waist that I thought might be made out of real diamonds. The dress was perfect for her, and before long she was holding it up and spinning around.
“I don’t know what your ‘magic powder’ is, and I don’t care,” she said with a laugh. “This is the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen!”
We spent the rest of the afternoon transforming our shoes until we each had the perfect pair. By the time evening fell, we were both dressed, and if I do say so myself, looking pretty hot. Jenna had piled her white-blond hair on top of her head, with her pink streak falling over one eye. My own hair was actually behaving for once, and I’d let Jenna arrange it into a low bun at the base of my neck, a few tendrils escaping around my face.
We walked downstairs arm in arm, giggling. There was a crush of people in the narrow hallway leading to the ballroom. I craned my neck, looking for Archer and Elodie, hoping to discover what gross color Elodie’s dress had become, but I couldn’t see them.
I’d been pretty impressed with Jenna’s and my dresses in our room, but now I saw that we were hardly the most spectacular people there. A tall blond faerie bumped into me, and her dress, a concoction of ice-green sparkles, chimed softly, like bells. I also saw a shapeshifter in what looked to be a gown made entirely of white fur.
The boys were a little more sedate. Most of them were just in tuxes, although a few had been more daring and were wearing long coats and breeches.
We were just about to enter the ballroom when I felt something warm press up against my back. I thought it was just some random person crowding me, until a voice whispered in my ear, soft and low, “I knew it was you.”
CHAPTER 25
I tried to whirl around, but it’s hard to do when you’re squashed between a bunch of people and wearing a big dress. I ended up accidently elbowing Jenna, who gave a startled squawk, before I could finally turn to face Archer.
Both of us widened our eyes and said, “Whoa.”
Then I immediately blushed. Oh my God, had I just looked at Archer and said, “Whoa”?
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