A/N Sry peeps, I know it's been a while, but my parents have been eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeevil! (I. E. forcing me into a camp that goes really late and making me wash dishes in every spare moment I have.) Anyway, here is the next chap, another Kit POV bevcause i notice that D. D. alternates POVs, and even though I like writing Nita better... Short I know, but I want at least one cliffhanger to piss you readers off Anyway, enjoy and revieew review review!!!!!!!!!!
Kit rolled over sleepily, roused from a very deep slumber because of a loud buzzing issuing from somewhere in his room. Without bothering to investigate, he muttered six syllables, a simple spell to soundproof the area directly around his bed. When the buzzing slowly faded, leaving Kit free to fall back asleep, he suddenly became wide awake at the realization that he had done a spell.
This is great, thought Kit, scrambling out of bed to check his power levels in the manual. I'll be able to help Nita with the assignment now. He wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing, but before he could decide, he stepped outside the boundaries of the soundproof spell and was surprised to find the buzzing emanating from, not some stray alarm clock that hadn't been turned off, but from his wizards manual.
His face fell, and he opened his book to a page flashing in red, prepared for the worst. It said:
243 E. Clinton Avenue ?? (RL 7.2 /- 1.4) ??
Hempstead NY 11575 ?? STATUS: MISSING
Kit's jaw dropped, and he rushed down the stairs to the kitchen phone, his own power levels forgotten. He skirted the corner and ran smack into Carmela, wearing a ridiculously fuzzy bathrobe, a pink bathrobe, and a frown.
Watch where you're going, Kit, his older sister admonished. What're you doing up?
Right back atcha, Kit said, striding quickly past her. He picked up the phone and said to the receiver in Speech, Dial Nita.
The phone considered refusing and asking Kit to be moved to his bedroom, but noticed the young wizard's haste, and, deciding not to annoy him further, dialed Nita's house.
said a sleepy voice on the other end.
said Kit hurriedly, can I speak to -- Dairine?
Kit heaved a sigh of relief; it was Dairine who had answered the phone, tired but very much there. Dairine, what happened last night? With the feed? Did you crash?
Dairine made a noncommittal noise, somewhere between dunno' and murmf.' With a shuddering yawn, she said, Come over, I'll explain it, but for Powers' sake, later, you idiot!
With a shrug, Kit wandered into the living room and glanced up at the clock: 7:39. Crud, he thought. Way too early for me on a Saturday. All the same, Nita was an early riser. He reacher out with his mind...
Neets?
That you, Kit? she answered.
Who else talks to you with Mindtouch? Did I wake you up?
Kit felt Nita shake her head, realize that he couldn't see her, and say No, I was reading. The phone woke me up about five minutes ago and couldn't get back to sleep. How about you; what's your excuse?
I'll tell you in a bit. Put a shirt on, I'm popping over. This is urgent! Kit let their connection dissolve and hurried back up to his room to get dressed.
At 7:41, Kit appeared in Nita's bedroom and said, to Nita, who was sitting on the foot of her bed.
Hey yourself, she said grinning. What's up?
As Nita listened in silence, Kit explained about the manual setting off its alarm, and about calling Nita, and about Dairine answering. He finished the explanation, and Nita looked at him curiously, her brow furrowed in confusion. Dairine's not here, she said.