The Indigo Spell

Knowing Ms. Terwilliger, I had a feeling it was going to be another “homework” day. I shuffled into the classroom after the sub, feeling a knot of anxiety in my stomach.

The next hour was agonizing. I barely heard as the sub told us to work on homework. Instead, I kept sneaking glances at my cell phone, hoping a text would come from Ms. Terwilliger. No such luck.

I went from class to class but was too distracted to give anything my full attention. I even shocked myself in English when I nearly mixed up Henry IV with Henry VI while answering an essay question. Thankfully, I caught myself before committing that embarrassing mistake to paper.

When I returned to Ms. Terwilliger’s classroom for my independent study at the day’s end, I was expecting the sub to tell me I could leave early again. Instead, I found Ms. Terwilliger herself, rifling through papers on her desk.

“You’re back!” I exclaimed. “I thought something had happened to you.”

“Not me,” she said. Her face was pale and drawn. “But someone else wasn’t so lucky.”

“No. Not again.” I sank into a chair, and all the fears I’d been carrying around today came crashing down on me. “I’d hoped we’d protected those girls.”

Ms. Terwilliger sat down opposite me. “It wasn’t one of them. Last night, Veronica targeted one of my coven members. Alana.”

It took me several moments to truly process that. “Your coven . . . you mean, like a full-fledged witch?”

“Yes.”

“Someone like you?”

Her face gave me the answer before she spoke. “Yes.”

I was reeling. “But you said she only went after young girls.”

“Normally she does. That way she can capture youth and beauty along with power.” Ms. Terwilliger didn’t look like she had to worry about someone stealing her youth anytime soon. Fatigue and stress were taking their toll on her, making her look older than she was. “Now, some magic users who perform this spell are only concerned about power, not getting younger. That’s never been Veronica’s style, though. She’s vain. She always wanted the superficial benefits—not to mention easier victims. Someone like my coven sister would be more difficult to take, so this is surprising behavior.”

“It means you could be a target,” I said. “You’ve been saying all this time that you’re safe, but now everything’s different.”

Ms. Terwilliger shook her head, and a bit of steely resolve flashed in her eyes. “No. Maybe she did this to throw me off, to make me think it’s someone else behind the spells. Or maybe to make me think she’s not interested in you. Whatever the reason, she won’t target me.”

I admired Ms. Terwilliger for thinking so well of her sister, but I couldn’t share her confidence that sisterly affection would overcome an evil quest for youth and power. “No offense, ma’am, but isn’t there a slight chance you could be wrong about her coming for you? You said she’d only go after young novices, but obviously, that’s not the case. She’s already doing things you didn’t expect.”

Ms. Terwilliger refused to back down. “Veronica may do any number of terrible things, but she won’t face me unless she’s absolutely forced to.” She handed over a new spell book and a small drawstring bag. “Just because she went after an older witch, it doesn’t mean you’re out of danger. I’ve marked some pages I want you to go over. There’s a spell there I think will prove particularly useful. I’ve gathered some components for you, and you should be able to cast the rest yourself—just make sure you do it somewhere remote. Meanwhile, I still need to make you that secondary charm. There’s just so much to do lately.”

A mix of emotions swirled within me. Once again, I was amazed that Ms. Terwilliger would go to such lengths for me. Yet I couldn’t shake my fear for her. “Maybe you should make one for yourself, just in case.”

She gave me a wan smile. “Still pushing that, hmm? Well, once I’ve secured yours, I’ll see about another. It may take a while, however. What I have in mind for you is particularly complex.”

That made me feel even worse. She always looked so worn out lately, and all these things she was doing for me were only intensifying the situation. But no matter how many arguments I made, she refused to listen. I left her classroom feeling upset and confused. I needed to vent to someone. Obviously, my choices were limited in this matter. I texted Adrian: V attacked a real witch last night. Ms. T won’t protect herself. She’s only worried about me. As usual, I received a quick response: Wanna talk about it?

Did I? I wasn’t the type to sit and analyze my feelings, but I did actually want company. I knew I shouldn’t spend more time around Adrian than I had to when my feelings for him were already so mixed. But he was the only person I wanted to talk to. I have to cast some spells for her now. Want to pick me up and come along?

My answer was a smiley face.

She’d told me to go somewhere remote, so I picked Lone Rock Park again. When Adrian and I arrived, it was smoldering in the late-afternoon heat, and I found it hard to believe Christmas was only a couple weeks away. I’d dressed in layers, just like before, and took off my Amberwood hoodie as Adrian and I trekked across the rocky terrain. He took off a coat as well, and I had to do a double take when I saw what he was wearing underneath.

“Really?” I asked. “Your AYE shirt?”

He shot me a grin. “Hey, it’s a perfectly good shirt. I think I’m going to see if I can start a chapter on Carlton’s campus.” Carlton was the college he took art classes at. It was pretty small and didn’t even have fraternities or sororities.

“A chapter?” I scoffed. “Don’t you mean the only chapter?”

“Gotta start somewhere, Sage.”

We reached the same spot where I’d practiced with Ms. Terwilliger, and I tried to ignore the scorch marks on the ground. Adrian had decided to turn this into a desert picnic and had brought along a basket containing a blanket and a thermos of lemonade. “I figured we could stop at Pies and Stuff on the way back since I know how much you like that place,” he explained, deadpan, as he poured me a cup. “Hopefully this’ll tide you over after the spell.”

“I wish this was over,” I said, running my hand over the weathered leather of Ms. Terwilliger’s latest book. It was an old handwritten one called Summonings and Conjurations. “I hate living with the uncertainty, worrying that Veronica’s lurking behind every corner. My life’s already complicated enough without witches coming after me.”

Adrian, face serious, stretched out on the blanket and propped his head up with his elbow. “If she’s even coming after you.”

I sat down cross-legged, careful to keep a lot more distance than in the Velvet Suite. “Ms. Terwilliger won’t listen to me. She just keeps stressing over me.”

“Let her,” he suggested. “I mean, I totally get why you’re worried about her. I am too. But we have to accept that she knows what she’s talking about. She’s been involved with this stuff a lot longer than we have.”

I couldn’t help but smile at that. “Since when are you involved with magic?”

“Since I started looking after you and being all manly and brave.”

“Funny, I don’t remember it that way.” I worked to keep a straight face. “If you think about all the rides I gave you, me getting you into college . . . well, it kind of seems like I’m looking after you.”

He leaned toward me. “I guess we look after each other.”

We locked eyes and smiled, but there was nothing sensuous about it. There was no trick here, no sly move on Adrian’s part to advance on me. And there was no fear on my part. We were just two people who cared about each other. It reminded me of what had initially drawn us together—before all the romantic complications. We connected. Against all reason, we understood each other, and—as he said—we looked out for each other. I’d never had a relationship quite like that with anyone and was surprised at how much I valued it.

“Well, then, I guess I’d better get to work.” I glanced back down at the book. “I haven’t had a chance to look at what she wants me to do. It doesn’t sound like a defensive book.”

“Maybe you’re graduating from fireballs to lightning bolts,” Adrian suggested. “I bet it’d be a lot like throwing ninja stars. Except, well, you could incinerate people.”

When I found the page Ms. Terwilliger had marked, I read the title aloud: “Callistana Summoning.”