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Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Which was TWO PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here's Chap. 2.
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Sandry came for James the next morning. She found him in his room, humming to himself and staring out the window. She didn't know what song it was, but it was strangely comforting and yet at the same time sad.
"Excuse me, James."
He turned around to look at her. She continued, "We have an appointment with Lark today. She's my-"
"I know who she is." He smiled. "Continue."
"Anyway, we're going to talk to her about you. The carriage is waiting, so come on."
"Okay."
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Along the way Sandry noticed silver light appearing around James as he hummed. She switched to her magical vision, and sure enough, James was intertwined with silver strands. She made a mental note to tell Lark, then decided if he didn't know, which he probably didn't, she should make him stop singing.
"Stop humming," she commanded.
"Why?"
"Because I said so."
"Fine."
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They walked up the pathway to Discipline Cottage. Or rather, Sandry did. James stood at the gate, mouth hanging open.
"What is it?" Sandry asked when she noticed he wasn't following.
"It's exactly as I dreamed."
"Ah. Let's go." James ran up to join her. She knocked and the door opened.
Lark stood at the door. "Hi, Sandry!" she exclaimed, hugging her. "It's been a while. You must be James, then. Come in, come in."
When they were settled with tea boiling, Lark said, "So, James, I hear you're not from around here."
He grinned. "That's one way of putting it."
"How did you get here?"
"I'm not sure."
"Tell me what you were doing right before you came here. Sandry'll go get the tea, won't you, Sandry."
Sandry smiled and went to the hearth.
"This is how it happened:
I was sitting reading 'The Circle Opens,' which tells the story, stories I should say, of Sandry, Briar, Tris, Daja's students. I was reading Magic Steps, or book one, which deals with Pasco. Then I decided to write a note to one of my friends, and when I picked up the pen, the bell rang. So I put everything away and began to walk to my next class. Except I didn't make it, because someone pushed me into an open closet. I probably would've dodged except I was sorta thinking about the person I like...Oh, and instead of falling amid cleaning materials, I fell among baskets in some back alley. so I asked around, found out where I was, and went to the Citadel."
By this time Sandry had come back with the tea. They sat there listening to his tale, sipping the drink. When he was done, Lark commented, "Your friend probably had something to do with it."
James regarded her skeptically. "I doubt it."
"Oh by the way, Lark, I think he has magic."
"WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?"
"I noticed it while you were singing. I also believe it deals with sound." Lark stood and placed a hand on Sandry's shoulder. After a moment, she nodded.
"I agree."
"But- but- but-"
"No buts. You have magic. You have to learn to control it. We'll start right now."
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Yay! Interesting chapter, no? Please review. That's all I'm asking. Please! I wanna know if I should continue. Thanks, James.
If you don't wanna review, then talk to me on AOL. my s/n is gryffindor918.
Thanx again.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Which was TWO PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here's Chap. 2.
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Sandry came for James the next morning. She found him in his room, humming to himself and staring out the window. She didn't know what song it was, but it was strangely comforting and yet at the same time sad.
"Excuse me, James."
He turned around to look at her. She continued, "We have an appointment with Lark today. She's my-"
"I know who she is." He smiled. "Continue."
"Anyway, we're going to talk to her about you. The carriage is waiting, so come on."
"Okay."
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Along the way Sandry noticed silver light appearing around James as he hummed. She switched to her magical vision, and sure enough, James was intertwined with silver strands. She made a mental note to tell Lark, then decided if he didn't know, which he probably didn't, she should make him stop singing.
"Stop humming," she commanded.
"Why?"
"Because I said so."
"Fine."
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They walked up the pathway to Discipline Cottage. Or rather, Sandry did. James stood at the gate, mouth hanging open.
"What is it?" Sandry asked when she noticed he wasn't following.
"It's exactly as I dreamed."
"Ah. Let's go." James ran up to join her. She knocked and the door opened.
Lark stood at the door. "Hi, Sandry!" she exclaimed, hugging her. "It's been a while. You must be James, then. Come in, come in."
When they were settled with tea boiling, Lark said, "So, James, I hear you're not from around here."
He grinned. "That's one way of putting it."
"How did you get here?"
"I'm not sure."
"Tell me what you were doing right before you came here. Sandry'll go get the tea, won't you, Sandry."
Sandry smiled and went to the hearth.
"This is how it happened:
I was sitting reading 'The Circle Opens,' which tells the story, stories I should say, of Sandry, Briar, Tris, Daja's students. I was reading Magic Steps, or book one, which deals with Pasco. Then I decided to write a note to one of my friends, and when I picked up the pen, the bell rang. So I put everything away and began to walk to my next class. Except I didn't make it, because someone pushed me into an open closet. I probably would've dodged except I was sorta thinking about the person I like...Oh, and instead of falling amid cleaning materials, I fell among baskets in some back alley. so I asked around, found out where I was, and went to the Citadel."
By this time Sandry had come back with the tea. They sat there listening to his tale, sipping the drink. When he was done, Lark commented, "Your friend probably had something to do with it."
James regarded her skeptically. "I doubt it."
"Oh by the way, Lark, I think he has magic."
"WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?"
"I noticed it while you were singing. I also believe it deals with sound." Lark stood and placed a hand on Sandry's shoulder. After a moment, she nodded.
"I agree."
"But- but- but-"
"No buts. You have magic. You have to learn to control it. We'll start right now."
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Yay! Interesting chapter, no? Please review. That's all I'm asking. Please! I wanna know if I should continue. Thanks, James.
If you don't wanna review, then talk to me on AOL. my s/n is gryffindor918.
Thanx again.
