“Her spirit?” I asked.
“Yes, her spirit. Her ghost.”
That was nice, but there was no such thing as ghosts. Even Kate had never run across one. I never saw any ghost magic and I had seen a lot of messed-up things.
“Did her ghost tell you who killed her?” I asked.
“She took her own life,” Lisa declared.
Brook pushed her glasses up. “Don’t be ridiculous. This whole ‘I see spirits’ thing is getting old.”
Lisa rocked back on her heels. Her face turned serious. “Ashlyn! Show yourself, spirit.”
“This is stupid,” Barka said.
“Show your presence!” Lisa called.
Yellow-green veins shot through her magic, sparking with flashes of dandelion yellow. Whoa.
The desk shuddered under my fingertips. The chairs around me rattled.
Brook took a step back.
The desk danced, jumping up and down. The two chairs on both sides of me shot to the ceiling, hovered there for a tense second, and crashed down.
Nice.
Lisa leveled her stare at me. “Ashlyn is dead. I don’t know who you are, but you should leave. You disturb her.”
I laughed.
Lisa turned on her heel and walked out.
“So Lisa is a telekinetic?” I asked.
Brook shrugged. “A little. Nothing like this. The chair-flying thing is new. Usually she has to sweat to push a pen across the desk.”
And this new power wouldn’t have anything to do with those lovely yellow-green streaks in her magic, would it? Like Ashlyn’s apples, yellow green, but not the same shade. Two weird magic colors in one day. That was a hell of a thing, as Kate would say.
“You’re not leaving?” Barka asked me.
“Of course she isn’t leaving,” Brook told him. “I haven’t finished the tour.”
“When people tell me to leave, it’s the right time to stick around,” I told him. “Did Lisa have any problems with Ashlyn?”
“Lisa has problems with everyone,” Brook said. “People like her like to pick on you if you have any weakness to make themselves feel better.”
“She’s a dud,” Barka added. “Well, she was a dud, apparently. Her parents are both professors at the Mage Academy. When she was first admitted, she made a big deal out of all this major magic that she supposedly had.”
“I remember that.” Brook grimaced. “Every time she opened her mouth, it was all ‘at the Mage Academy where my father works’ or ‘when I visited my mother’s laboratory at the Mage Academy.’ Ugh.”
“She claimed to have tons of power,” Barka added, “but she couldn’t do anything with it, except some minor telekinesis.”
“Let me guess, people made fun of her?” I asked.
“She brought a lot of it on herself,” Brook told me. “Not everybody here has super-awesome magic.”
“Like Sam.” Barka shrugged. “If you give him a clear piece of glass, he can etch it with his magic so it looks frosted. It’s cool the first time you see it, but it’s pretty useless and he can’t control it very well either. He doesn’t make a big deal out of it.”
“It’s in Lisa’s head that she is super-special,” Brook said. “She feels entitled, like we’re all peons here and she is a higher being. Nobody likes being treated that way.”
“Does she get picked on?” I asked.
Barka shrugged again. “Nothing too bad. She doesn’t get invited to hang out. Nobody wants to sit with her at lunch. But that’s just pure self-defense, because she doesn’t listen to whatever you have to say. She just waits to tell you about her special parents. I guess she finally got her powers.”
“Did she get them about the time Ashlyn disappeared?”
“Yeah.” Barka grimaced. “Then she started sensing Ashlyn’s presence everywhere. Who knows, maybe Ashlyn is really dead.”
“Location spell says she is alive. Besides, there is no such thing as ghosts,” I told them.
“And you’re an authority on ghosts?” Brook asked.
“Trust me on this.”
Ghosts might be better. I had this sick little feeling in my stomach that said this was something bad. Something really bad.
I could call Kate and ask her what would cause the magic of two different colors to show up. The colors weren’t blended or flowing into one another the way Kate’s colors did. They were distinct. Separate. Together but not mixing.
Ehhh. There was some sort of answer at the end of that thought, but I couldn’t figure it out.
Calling Kate wouldn’t be happening. This was my little mission and I would get it done on my own.
I tried to think like Kate. She always said that people were the key to any mystery. Someone somehow did something that caused Ashlyn to hide and Lisa really didn’t want me to keep looking for her. “Did Ashlyn have a best friend?”
Brook paused. “She and Sheila hung out sometimes, but mostly she kept to herself.”
“Can we go talk to Sheila?”
Brook heaved a long-suffering sigh. “Sure.”
“You’re leaving? In that case, Brook, hold this for me for a second.” Barka stuck the pen he’d been rolling between his fingers at Brook. She took it. Bright light sparked and Brook dropped the pen and shook her hand.
Barka guffawed.
“Moron!” Brook’s eyes shone with a dangerous glint behind her glasses. She marched out of the class. I followed her.
We went down the hallway toward the staircase.
“He likes you,” I said.
“Yeah, sure,” Brook growled.
Sheila turned out to be the exact opposite of Ashlyn. Where Ashlyn’s picture showed a petite cutesy girly-girl, Sheila was muscular. Not manly, but really cut. We caught her in the locker room, just as she was going out to play volleyball. It’s not often you see a girl with a six-pack.
She sat on a wooden bench by the small wooden room inside the locker room that said
“I don’t know why Ashlyn pulled this stunt.” Sheila pulled on her left sock.
“Was she worried about anything?”
“She did seem kind of jumpy.”
“Did she have a problem with Lisa?”
Sheila paused with the shoe on one foot. “Lisa the Dud?”
Okay, so I didn’t like Lisa. But if they called me that, I’d get pissed off really quick, too. “Lisa who senses Ashlyn’s ‘presence.’”
“Not really.” Sheila shook her head. “One time someone left a paw print on Ashlyn’s desk. She got really upset.”
“What kind of paw print?”
“Wolf,” Brook said. “I remember that. She scrubbed her desk for ten minutes.”
“How big was the print and when did this happen?”
“Big,” Sheila said. “Like bowl-sized. It was about a week ago or so.”
Prints that large could indicate a shapeshifter, a werewolf, possibly a werejackal or a werecoyote.
