by Cate Tiernan
I loved this kind of thing. I closed my eyes and let my fingers skim the paper. At first I felt nothing, but then I focused my concentration, trying to shut out everything except what I was doing. I tuned out the murmur of Mary K. and Bakker's voices from the dining room, the ticking of the cuckoo clock my dad had built from a kit, the gentle hum of the furnace kicking in. I don't know how long it was before I realized that my fingertips were picking up impressions. I felt feathery softness, a cool stone, a warm prickle ... were these the images of the runes? I let myself go deeper into the magick, losing myself in its power. There. Yes, there was one place where I felt a stronger sensation. Each time my fingers passed it, it called to me. I let my hand drift downward to rest on the paper and opened my eyes.
My fingers were on the rune called Yr. The symbol for death. I frowned. "What does this mean?" "Hmmm," said Cal, looking at the paper, his hand on his chin. "Well, you know, Yr can be interpreted many different ways. It doesn't mean that you or someone you know is going to die. It may simply mean the ending of something and the beginning of something new. Some sort of big change, not necessarily a bad one."
The double-fishhook symbol of Yr shone darkly on the white paper. Death. The importance of endings. It seemed like an omen. A scary omen. A jet of adrenaline surged through me, making my heart thud.
All at once I heard the back door open. "Hello?" came my mom's voice. "Morgan? Mary K.?" There were footsteps in the dining room. My concentration evaporated.
"Hey, sweetie," she said to Mary K. She paused. "Hello, Bakker. Mary K., is your sister here?" I knew she meant: For God's sake, you're not here alone with a boy, are you? "I'm in here," I said, tucking the paper of runes into my pocket Cal and I walked out of the family room. Mom's eyes flashed over us, and I could immediately see the thoughts going through her mind. My Page 38
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girls, alone in the house with two boys. But we were all downstairs, we had our clothes on, and Mary K. and Bakker were at least sitting at the dining-room table. I could see Mom consciously decide not to worry about it
"Are you baking potatoes?" she asked, sniffing. "Yep," I said.
"Do you think we could mash them instead?" she asked. "I've asked Eileen and Paula to dinner." She held up a folder. "I've got some hot prospects for them housewise." "Cool," I said. "Yeah, we can mash them, and then there'll be enough. I'm making hamburgers, too, but there's plenty."
"Great. Thanks, sweetie." Mom headed upstairs to change out of her work clothes. "I'd better go," I heard Bakker say reluctantly. Good, | thought. "Me too," said Cal. "Bakker, do you think you could give me a lift back to school? That's where my car is." "No prob," said Bakker.
I walked Cal outside, and we hugged on the front porch. He kissed my neck and whispered, "I'll call you later. Don't get all bent about the Yr thing. It was just an exercise." "Okay," I whispered back, although I still wasn't sure how I felt. "Thanks for coming over."
Aunt Eileen arrived first. "Hi!" she said, coming in and taking off her coat. "Paula called and said she was running a few minutes late—something about a Chihuahua having a difficult labor." I smiled awkwardly in the front hall. I hadn't seen her since I had demanded to know why she hadn't told me I was adopted, at a family dinner two weeks ago. I felt a little embarrassed to see her again, but I was sure Mom had been talking to her, keeping her up-to-date with everything. "Hi, Aunt Eileen," I said. "I . . . uh, I'm sorry about making a scene last time. You know." As if to answer, she swept me up in a tight hug. "It's okay, sweetie," she whispered. "I understand. I don't blame you a bit."
We pulled back and smiled at each other for a moment. I knew Aunt Eileen would make everything okay again. Then she glanced down and gasped, pointing urgently to my dad's La-Z-Boy, where a small gray butt and tail were sticking out from under the skirt. I laughed and scooped Dagda out. "This is Dagda," I said, rubbing him behind his ears. "He's my new cat." "Oh, my goodness," said Eileen, stroking his head. "I'm sorry. I thought he was a rat." "You should know better," I joked, putting him back on the chair. "You date a vet." Page 39
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Aunt Eileen laughed, too. "I know, I know." Soon afterward Paula arrived, her sandy hair windblown, her nose pink with cold. "Hey," I greeted her. "Is the Chihuahua okay?" "Fine, and the proud mom of two pups," she said, giving me a hug. "Oh! What a beautiful kitten!" she said, spotting Dagda on Dad's chair. I beamed. Finally. Somebody who knew what a treasure Dagda was. I'd always liked Aunt Eileen's new girlfriend, but now it struck me that they were a perfect match. Maybe Paula was even Eileen's muirn beatha dan.
Thinking about it brought a smile to my face. Everybody deserved somebody. Not everyone was as lucky as I was, of course. I had Cal.
9. Trust
The magick is working as I knew it would. The Seeker no longer frightens me as much. I believe I am the stronger of us two, especially with the power of the others behind me. Soon I will join with my love. I do understand the urgency, though I wish they would trust me to do it my way, at my pace. More and more, lately, I want to do this for my own sake. But the timing must be perfect. I dare not frighten her; there is too much at stake. O have been reading the ancient texts, the ones about love and union. I have even copied down my favorite passage from Song of the Goddess: “To give pleasure to yourself and to others, that is my ritual. To love yourself and others, that is my ritual. Celebrate your body and spirit with joy and passion, and as you do so, you worship me.”
-Sgath
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"I hope you know that you can't trust Bakker," I said to Mary K. the next morning. I tried not to sound snotty, but it came out that way anyhow. Mary K. didn't answer. She just looked out her car window. Frost covered everything in lacy, powdered-sugar patterns.
I drove slowly, trying to avoid the hard patches of black ice where the newly plowed roads had puddled and frozen. My breath came out in a mist inside Das Boot. "I know he's really sorry," I went on, in spite of my sister's stiff face. "And I believe he really cares about you. But I just don't trust his temper." "Then don't go out with him," Mary K. muttered. Alarm bells went off in my brain, i was criticizing him, and she was defending him. I was doing what I feared: pushing them closer together. I took a deep breath. Goddess, guide me, I said silently. "You know," I said finally, several blocks from school. "I bet you're right. I bet it was just a onetime thing. But you guys have talked, right?" I didn't wait for an answer. "And he is really sorry. I guess it will never happen again."
Mary K. looked over at me suspiciously, but I kept my face neutral and my eyes on the road. "He is sorry," my sister said. "He feels terrible about it. He never meant to hurt me. And now he knows he has to listen to me."
I nodded. "I know he cares about you." "He does," said Mary K.
She looked transparently self-assured. Inside, my heart throbbed. I hated this. Maybe everything I had just said was true. But I couldn't help fearing that Bakker would try again to force Mary K. into doing something she didn't want to do. If he did, I would make him pay.
I got to school early enough to see Cal before the bell rang. He was waiting for me by the east entrance, where our coven gathered during better weather. "Hey," he said, kissing me. "Come on, we found a new place to hang out. It's warmer." Inside, we passed the steps leading to the second floor and turned a corner. There another set of steps led down to the building's cellar. No one was supposed to go down here except the janitors. But Robbie, Ethan, Sharon, and Jenna were sitting on the steps, talking and laughing. "Morganita," Robbie said, using a nickname he had given me in fifth grade. I hadn't heard it for years, and I smiled.
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"Oh!" I
said in surprise. "How did you know about it?" "I told them," said Robbie, drinking from a carton of orange juice. "Let the cat out of the bag." "Speaking of cats, how's Dagda?" Jenna asked. Matt's long, black-jean-clad legs obscured my view for a moment as he came and sat on the step above Jenna. She gave him a faint smile but didn't respond when he rubbed her shoulder. "He's great," I said enthusiastically. "And he's growing really fast!" "So your birthday's this weekend?" Sharon asked. "Sunday," I said.
"Let's have a special birthday circle on Saturday, then," said Jenna. "With a cake and all." Sharon nodded. "That sounds good," she said. "Um, I can't make it Saturday night," Matt mumbled. He ran a hand through his thick black hair, lowering his eyes. We all looked at him.
"I've got family stuff to do," he added, but the words were empty. He is the worst liar in the world, I thought, seeing Jenna staring at him. "Actually, could we do the birthday thing some other time?" Robbie asked. "I'm thinking I wouldn't mind skipping Saturday night's circle, too." "Why?" I asked.
"Bree's been after me to come to one of their circles," Robbie admitted. I was surprised by his honesty, not in a bad way—but I felt a renewed rush of anger toward Bree. Robbie shrugged. "I don't want to join their coven, but it wouldn't be a bad idea for me to go to one of their circles, see what they're doing, scope it out."
"Like spying?" Jenna asked, but her tone was soft. Robbie shrugged again, his hair falling onto his forehead. "I'm curious," he said. "I care about Bree. I want to know what she's doing."
I swallowed and forced myself to nod. "I think that's a good idea," I said. I couldn't believe that Bree would try to poach from our coven, but on the other hand, I was glad that Robbie wanted to keep an eye on her to make sure she wasn't doing anything crazy. "I don't know," said Cal, shifting and stretching his legs out two steps below. "A lot of what's important in Wicca is continuity. It's about getting in touch with the day-in, day-out stuff, the cycle of the year, the turn of the wheel. Meeting every Saturday, being committed to that, is part of it. It's not something you should skip whenever you want to.” Page 42
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Matt stared at the floor. But Robbie looked back at Cal calmly. "I hear what you're saying," Robbie said. "And I agree with it. But I'm not doing this just for me, and it isn't just because I feel lazy or I want to watch the game. I need to know what's going on with Bree and her coven, and this is how I can find out." I was impressed with the air of quiet confidence Robbie projected. His acne and glasses had been gone ever since I'd put a healing spell on him. But something seemed to have healed inside him as well, something that didn't have anything to do with my magick. After years of being a somewhat awkward geek, he was growing into himself and finding new sources of strength. It was great to see. Cal was silent for a while, and he and Robbie regarded each other. A month ago I would never have thought that Robbie would be a match for someone as strong as Cal, but now they didn't seem that different in a way.
Finally Cal nodded and let out a breath. "Yeah, okay. It won't kill us to take a break. Since there's only seven of us, if two of us can't make it, the circle will be kind of unbalanced. So let's all just take Saturday night off, and we'll meet again the week after." "And that's when we'll have Morgan's birthday cake," said Robbie, smiling at me. Sharon cleared her throat. "Um ... I guess this isn't a good time to mention that next Saturday I'll be in Philadelphia for Thanksgiving."
Cal laughed. "Well, we'll just do the best we can. It's always tough around the holidays, with everyone having family stuff. How about you, Matt? Can you make it the following week?" Matt nodded automatically, and I wondered if he'd even heard what Cal had said. The bell rang, and we all stood. Jenna put her hand in Matt's, staring into his face. He looked drawn, tense. I wished I knew what was going on.
As I headed to homeroom, the halls rapidly filled with streams of students, and Cal tugged on my coat sleeve.
"This Saturday we can have a birthday circle, just us two," he whispered into my ear. "This could be a good thing."
I shivered with delight and looked up at him. "That would be great" He nodded. "Good. I'll plan something special."
In homeroom I noticed that Tamara was absent Janice told me she had a cold. Everyone seemed to have colds lately.
Bree was absent, too, or so I thought before I saw her stop outside the class door. She was dressed all in black and was wearing vivid dark makeup, like Raven. It obscured her naturally beautiful face and made her seem anonymous somehow, as if she were wearing a mask. It filled me with an uneasy feeling. She stood outside, talking in a low voice to Chip Newton, and then they both came in and sat down.
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I swallowed. Chip was cute and seemed like a pretty nice guy. He was brilliant in math, too—way better than me, and I'm pretty good. But Chip was also our school's biggest dealer. Last year Anita Fleming had gone to the hospital after overdosing on Seconal that she had gotten from him. Which made me wonder just how nice he really was.
What are you doing with him, Bree? I asked silently. And what's your coven up to?
Later that morning, while I was in the first-floor girls' bathroom, I heard Bree's voice, then Raven's, outside my stall. Quickly I pulled up my feet and braced them against my door so nobody could tell that the stall was occupied. I just didn't feel up to facing the two of them, having them sneer at me, right now. "Where are we meeting?" Raven asked. I heard Bree rustling in her purse, and in my mind's eye I could picture her fishing out lipstick.
"At Sky's place," answered Bree. My interest perked up. They must be talking about their new coven.
"It's so cool that they have their own place," said Raven. "I mean, they're barely older than we are." I breathed silently, intent on their voices. "Yeah," said Bree. "What do you think of him?" "He's hot," said Raven, and they laughed. "But it's Sky who knocks me out. She knows everything, she's so cool, and she's got awesome powers. I want to be just like that." I heard more rustling, then one of them turned on the water for a moment. "Yeah," said Bree. "Did you think it was weird, what she was talking about on Saturday?" "Not really," Raven said. "I mean, everything has a light side and a dark side, right? We have to be aware of it."
"Yeah." Bree sounded thoughtful, and I wondered what the hell Sky had been talking about. Was Sky pulling them toward dark magick? Or was she just showing them part of Wicca's big circle, like Cal had said? It didn't seem—
"You got the hair, didn't you?" Raven asked. "Yeah," Bree answered. Now she sounded almost . . . depressed. I couldn't follow the conversation at all. What hair?
"What's wrong?" Raven demanded. "Sky promised no one would get hurt." "I know," Bree mumbled. "It's just, you know, I found the hair in this old comb--" "Morgan will be fine" Raven interrupted. "That's not what I was talking about," Bree snapped. "I'm not worried about her." Page 44
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My eyes flew open wide. I bit my lip to keep from gasping as everything fell into place. Bree was talking about my hair. I couldn't believe it. She was turning over a strand of my hair to a strange girl—a witch—behind my back.
There could be only one reason: Sky wanted my hair to put a spell on me. So why had Bree gone through with it? Did she really believe that Sky didn't intend to harm me? Why else would she want the hair?
Or did Bree want me to be harmed? I wondered miserably. "We need more people," Raven stated in the silence. "Yeah. Well, Robbie's going to come. And we might get Matt, too." Raven laughed. "Yeah. Matt. Oh God, I can't wait to see Thalia's face when Robbie walks in. She'll probably jump him right there."
I frowned. Who was Thalia?
"Really?" Bree asked.
"She just broke up with her boyfriend, and she's trolling," Raven said. "And Robbie's really hot now. I wouldn't mind hooking up with him myself." " Oh, Jesus, Raven," said
Bree.
Raven laughed again, and I heard a purse being zipped shut. "Just kidding. Maybe." Silence. I held my breath.
"What?" said Raven as the door opened. "Thalia's not his type," Bree said as sounds from the outside hall filtered into the room. "If she wants him, she's his type."
The bathroom door closed again, and air exploded from my lungs. I got to my feet, shaking with reaction. So Sky was manipulating Bree. They were definitely trying to get Matt and Robbie to leave our coven and join theirs. And Sky had her own place, where they were meeting. Did she live with Hunter? Was that who Raven thought was hot? Maybe. Then again, Raven thought most breathing males were hot And they knew somebody named Thalia who was going to jump Robbie. For some reason, Bree had sounded less than thrilled by that idea—as she had about turning over my hair to Sky. But her reluctant tone was small consolation.
I hated everything that I had just overheard. But more than that, now I was afraid.
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10. Magesight
Things are starting to heat up, and not just because of the Seeker. We have been having many visitors. Many I've never seen before-others I remember from all over the world: Manhattan, New Orleans, California, England, Austria. They come and go at all hours, and I keep coming across little knots of people huddled in this room or that, heads together, discussing, arguing, making magick. I don't know all of what's going on, but it's clear that our discovery here has set many things in motion. And the circles! We are having them almost every day now. They are powerful and exhilaration, but they leave me tired the next day.
-Sgath
After school I wanted to talk to Cal about what I had overheard, but he was already gone. He'd left a note on my locker, saying he'd had to go home and meet with one of his mother's friends. So for now I was on my own with my questions about Bree and Raven and their coven. Even Mary K. wasn't coming home with me. As I was getting into Das Boot, she ran up to tell me she was going to Jaycee's house. I nodded and waved, but I couldn't bring myself to smile. I didn't want to be alone. Too much was troubling me.