Then, as quickly as it had started, the wind died down and the pictures stilled. The three girls in front of me no longer looked like primeval goddesses. They were just normal, if stunning, teenagers again.
"See?" Anna said eagerly. "That's what we can do with only three.
Imagine what we could accomplish with four."
I stared at them. Had that been their sales pitch? Look!We're really scary! Come be scary too!
"Wow," I finally said. "That was . . . yeah. Really something."
"So are you in?" Chaston asked.
She and Anna were still smiling at me, but Elodie was looking off to the side, bored.
"Can I get back to you?" I asked.
Chaston's and Anna's smiles vanished. "Told you so," Elodie said.
And then, like I suddenly ceased to exist, they walked out.
I collapsed into one of the wingback chairs, my knees drawn up under my chin, watching as the rain died down.
That's where Jenna found me nearly an hour later, just after the dinner bell rang.
"Sophie?" she asked, poking her head in.
"Hey." I attempted a smile.
Which must have been pretty pathetic, because Jenna immediately furrowed her brow. "What's up?" But before I could explain about the Witches of Clinique, Jenna rushed on, her words coming so fast that I could practically see them tumbling out of her mouth. "Look, I'm sorry about earlier. None of that was any of my business."
"No, no," I said, rising to my feet. "Jenna, it's not you. Really. We're cool."
Relief washed over her face. Then she glanced down. It happened so quickly that I couldn't be sure, but I thought I saw her eyes darken for a split second. I looked at my arm and saw the cut where the flying glass had hit me.
Right. I'd forgotten about that. It was deeper than I'd expected. Now, as I looked down, I could see splotches of my own blood staining the carpet.
I looked up at Jenna, who was obviously trying not to stare at my arm.
An uncomfortable prickling sensation crawled over the back of my neck.
"Oh, that," I said, covering the wound. "Yeah, I was looking at the pictures and a couple of them fell. The glass broke and I cut myself. I'm really clumsy."
But Jenna had already turned to the wall to see that none of the pictures had fallen; that just three of them had shattered. "Let me guess," she said softly. "You had a run-in with the Trinity."
"Who?" I said, lamely forcing a laugh. "I don't even know--"
"Elodie, Anna, and Chaston. And the fact that you didn't want to tell me about it means they must have told you about Holly."
Great. Was my only chance at friendship here destined to be thwarted at every turn?
"Jenna," I started, but now it was her turn to cut me off.
"Did they tell you I killed Holly?"
When I didn't answer, she made this sound that I think was supposed to be a sarcastic laugh, but she was clearly holding back tears.
"Right, 'cause I'm a monster who can't control herself and would eat her . . . her best friend." The corners of her mouth had started to tremble a little. "They're the ones who are into the really dark stuff, but I'm the monster," she continued.
"What do you mean?"
She looked back at me for a second before turning away again. "I don't know," she mumbled. "Just some stuff Holly said. Some sort of spell they were trying to do to get more power or something."
I thought of them hovering over the carpet, skin on fire. Whatever
"stuff" they'd tried, it had clearly worked.
Jenna started sniffling. I felt sorry for her, but I couldn't stop thinking about that look I'd seen on her face before.
It was hunger.
I pushed the thought away and stepped closer to her. "Screw them."
Except I didn't say "screw." There are certain times when only really bad words will work, and this was one of them. Jenna's eyes got huge, and relief visibly flowed through her. "Damn straight." She agreed with such a strong nod that we both burst into giggles.
As we made our way to the dining hall, I looked over at Jenna, who was now babbling about how awesome the pecan pie was. I thought about those three girls, how wrong they'd been; there was no way Jenna could hurt anyone.
But even as I laughed at her rapturous descriptions of pie, I felt a small shiver at the base of my spine, thinking about her eyes as she'd watched my blood drip to the carpet.
CHAPTER 6
The dining hall was completely bizarre. After hearing that it was a converted ballroom, I'd expected something fancy: crystal chandeliers, shiny dark wood floors, a wall of mirrors . . . the full-on fairy-tale ballroom.
Instead, it had the same decayed feeling as the rest of the house. Oh sure, there were chandeliers, but they were covered with what looked to be big trash bags. And there was a wall of mirrors, but it was covered from floor to ceiling in big sheets of canvas.
The dining hall was a jumble of tables of all sizes and shapes shoved into the massive room. There was a huge oval oak table right next to a Formica and steel table that looked like it had been stolen from a diner. I even thought I spotted a picnic bench. Wasn't this school run by witches?
Was there not, like, a furniture-creating spell or something?
But then I caught sight of the long low table that held all the food: big heaping silver bowls of shrimp, steaming pans full of roasted chicken, vats of gooey macaroni and cheese.
I gaped at the towering chocolate cake, easily three feet tall, covered in dark creamy frosting and dotted with thick red strawberries.
"This is a first-night spread only," Jenna warned.
Once I had piled my plate high, Jenna and I looked around for a place to sit. I saw Elodie, Chaston, and Anna sitting at a glass-top table near the end of the room, so I immediately started to look for a table far away from them. There were a couple of empty spots available at nearly every table, and I could hear my mom saying, "Now, Sophie, please make an effort to meet new people."
But Mom wasn't here, and I could see that Jenna wasn't really in the mood to socialize either. Then I spotted a small white table near the doors, and pointed it out to Jenna.
It looked like it had once been used for some little girl's tea party, but it was the only table for two, so, you know, beggars, choosers, and all that.
I sat in one of the little white chairs. My knees thwacked into the edge of the table, causing Jenna to snort with laughter.
While I devoured the delicious food on my plate, I asked Jenna questions about various people in the dining hall. I started with the huge ebony table that sat on a raised platform at one end of the room. It was clearly the teachers' table, since not only was it the nicest, it was also the biggest. Besides Mrs. Casnoff picking at her salad at the head of the table, there were five other adults--two men and three women. The faerie teacher was easy to spot, what with the wings, and Jenna told me that the big man next to her was Mr. Ferguson, a shifter.
On his right was a young woman with bright, nearly purple hair and thick-framed glasses like Jenna's. She was so fair-skinned I guessed she was the vampire Mrs. Casnoff had mentioned earlier, but Jenna said she was actually Ms. East, a white witch.
"The guy next to her, he's the vamp," Jenna said through a mouthful of pie. She pointed to a really good-looking guy in his thirties with black curly hair. "Lord Byron."
I snorted. "Oh God, how angsty can you be, naming yourself after a dead poet?"
But Jenna just looked at me. "No, he's the real Lord Byron."
Now it was my turn to stare. "No freaking way! Like, 'She Walks in Beauty' and all that? He's a vampire?"
"Yup," Jenna confirmed. "One of them turned him while he was dying in Greece. The Council actually held him prisoner for a really long time since he's kind of conspicuous. Kept wanting to go back to England and turn everybody into vampires. When they opened this place, they sentenced him to be a teacher here."
"Wow," I breathed softly, watching the guy I'd written a paper about last year boldly scowl at all of us. "How bad would that suck to be immortal and have to spend eternity here?"
Then I remembered who I was talking to. "Sorry," I said, looking at my food.
"Don't be," Jenna said, shoving a forkful of pie into her mouth. "I don't plan on spending the rest of my very long life at Hecate, trust me."
I wanted to ask Jenna some more questions about what it was like to know you'd live forever. I mean, vamps are the only Prodigium that get to do that. Even faeries will blink out eventually, and witches and shifters don't live any longer than regular people.
Instead I gestured to the tall woman with curly brown hair who was sitting across the table from Mrs. Casnoff.
"Who's that?"
Jenna rolled her eyes and groaned. "Ugh. Ms. Vanderlyden. Or the Vandy as we all call her. Not to her face," she quickly added. "Do that and you'll never get out of detention. She's a dark witch, or at least she was. The Council stripped her of her powers years ago. Now she's kind of like our dorm mother or something, and she teaches P.E. or what passes for it at Hex.
She's in charge of making sure we follow the rules and stuff. She's also totally evil."
"She's wearing a scrunchie," I said. I had rocked some scrunchies in my day, but that had been when I was, like, seven. The thought of wearing one as a grown woman was just tragic.
"I know." Jenna shook her head. "We have this theory that it's her Portable Portal to hell. You know, she just stretches it out and steps through whenever she needs to recharge her evilness."
I laughed, even as I wondered if Jenna was actually being serious.
"There's also a groundskeeper," Jenna added. "Callahan, but we all call him Cal. I don't see him tonight."
We moved on to the students. I noticed that Archer was sitting at a table with a bunch of other guys. They were laughing at something Archer was saying. I really hoped it wasn't the "Bad Dog" story. "What about that guy?" I asked with forced casualness.
"Archer Cross, resident bad boy and total heartthrob. Warlock. Every girl here is at least, like, half in love with him. Crushing on Archer Cross might as well be a class."
"What about you?" I asked. "You have a crush on him?"
Jenna studied me for a moment before saying, "He's not really my type."
"What, you don't do tall, dark, and handsome?"
"No," she said lightly. "I don't do guys."
"Oh," was all I could say to that. I'd never had a gay friend. Then again, I'd never really had a lot of friends.
Still looking at Archer, I said, "Yeah, well, I attempted to kill him earlier."
After Jenna recovered from the sweet tea that nearly shot out of her nose, I filled her in on the actual story.
"Mrs. Casnoff didn't seem very impressed with him," I said.
"She wouldn't be. Archer was always in trouble last year. Then he left in the middle of the school year for almost a month, and there were all these rumors about him. People thought he went to London."
"Why? So he could ride one of those double-decker buses?"
Jenna gave me a funny look. "No, London is where Council headquarters is. Everybody thought he'd gone through the Removal."