Chapter 3
Kitty
Kitty collected her things as fast as she could. She was all too eager to get away from Farrar. Before she left, she collected all of the books Mr. Button had on either human summoning or Ptolemy. She did all this without Farrar raising a finger in suspicion. Farrar had left the room to no doubt scold her djinn for failing to do something. Kitty stuffed the books into her bag and stole for the door before anyone could suspect a thing.
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By the time she got 'home', it was a little after nine. The whole 'murder' case had taken about seven hours. Amazing how people could get worked up over a murder. No one had cared when Nathaniel had killed himself so he could save London from Nouda…
Kitty pushed the thought from her mind. She wouldn't allow herself to be hurt again. No way, no how. Nathaniel was dead and gone, no point in killing herself over the past.
Kitty threw her bag on her new 'kitchen table' and sighed. She looked around. Anything to eat? Sadly, no. She had been neglecting her job as a bartender, and was eventually fired. And even worse, Mr. Button was gone. She now had no magical resources beyond the library. The government restrained all magical books from being available to the public, so now her thirst for knowledge grew ever more. All the library had on magic was historical books about Gladstone, or the battles of Prague, nothing worth reading. Commoners like herself would have to find different ways to learn more about summons.
Kitty sat down at the kitchen table—if you could call a coffee table and actual kitchen table—and went through her bag. What little knowledge she had left would have to do. The police would surely restrict her from obtaining Mr. Button's books, and she wouldn't have anything about magic to read besides the books she already had.
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A little while later, Kitty yawned and looked at the clock. Midnight again, and she hadn't shown up for work at the Frog Inn. Kitty slapped herself on her forehead in stupidity. "Stupid." She said aloud to herself. She had been fired from the Frog Inn for at least three days by now. Her mind was so off track, it was hard to keep her thoughts current.
Big Ben struck midnight. Kitty gave a small jump of surprise. Her sleepiness was keeping her from being focused on anything. It was hard to keep thought on something for more then a few minutes. Kitty badly needed sleep, and she knew it. Kitty forced herself to close the book. She had decided. Tomorrow—after a good night sleep—she would summon Bartimaeus.
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A/n
Sorry that's a little short, but it'll get better soon. Hang in there!