Chapter 26

Kitty

Both Kitty and Ptolemy were silent after Farrar's departure. After a while, Ptolemy turned to her. "You should summon Rekhyt. We may need him."

Kitty nodded. "One problem. I don't have anything to make out the penticles. And my origianl one is at my other place."

Ptolrmy was silent for a moment. "Perhaps he'll come to you."

"Not any time soon. He knows I'm still…mad at him." She wanted to say 'pissed', but she felt inclined to be polite. Bartimaeus was right; Ptolemy did have a vibe to him. His 'vibe' made her want to say all the apropriate words.

"There's no place around here that sells that sort of thing?" His voice broke through her thoughts. Everything about him was so…other worldly. It was hard to explain. He was there, but his voice seemed far away, lost in his thoughts, yet he was fully aware of his surroundings. He was an odd person, but she enjoyed being in his company. He made her feel…normal somehow. She wasn't sure how exactly, but there was just something to him.

Kitty forced herself free from her thoughts and answered him. "I think there's a spice market at the Trafalgar square. We might be able to find a place there that sells the nessecary chalks, too."

"Spcie market?" Ptolemy repeated. His eyes glittered at the mention. Kitty remembered Bartimaeus saying something about Ptolemy's attraction to spice markets. She also remembered Bartimaeus saying that was where the final—and sucessful—assaination was made. Perhaps it would've been better if she hadn't meantioned anything.

"Yeah. I hear it's your favorite place."

"Who told you that?"

"A little birdy told me." Kitty stopped for a moment and looked out the window. The sun was rising across the horizon. Streaks of purple ran across the clouds in every direction. It was beautiful. It would've been better by a cliff side, away from all the hustle and bustle of the city. The ocean splashing up against the rocks, creating a soothing mist and sound. Kitty imagined her feet swinging over the edge as she sat and stared fondly down at the ocean. She imagined the sea mist lightly sprinkling her legs.

Kitty felt herself blush as she suddenly imagined Ptolemy sitting beside her, holding her hand. His legs were swinging freely over the cliffside as well. He had a happy look to his face and was staring out to the horizion in wonder and awe. Kitty laid her head on his shoulder—

"Kathleen," Ptolemy broke through her thoughts. His perfect, beautiful voice…Kitty's blush—if she was in fact blushing—deepened. "are you alright? You've fallen silent."

Kitty shook her head in attempt to focus. She stared into Ptolemy's eyes. His beautiful, dark green eyes. Almost sea green. Kitty felt herself fall into them…His tan skin was reflected by his white—it had a hint of tan to it, though—loincloth. The dark black hair, long bangs…His limbs were thin, but not stick-like. Everything worked him together to make one perfect boy.

Kitty's heart picked up pace as she continued to study Ptolemy.

Miss. Ptolemaeus of Alexandria.

Kitty nodded. That sounded real nice.

"Kathleen," Ptolemy broke in. "are you alright? You're silent again." Ptolemy stopped for a moment to study her. "Why are you staring at me? It's rude, you know."

Kitty finally broke through her trance by looking at the floor. "Sorry," she answered. "I got lost in my thoughts."

"What were you thinking about?" Ptolemy sounded genuinely curious.

Kitty desperately wanted to say 'you', but she knew it would create an awkward silence. That and it would ruin her pride and reputation. "Bartimaeus," she answered instead. He was the first thing to come to mind.

"Why are you thinking about Rekhyt?" Ptolemy was as polie and formal as a young settler. He was frail, too; he could be broken easily. No wonder Bartimaeus had been so upset when Ptolemy sacrificed himself for him. Ptolemy continued, "I thought you were mad at him."

Kitty desperately wanted to change the subject, but she couldn't come up with something good enough. She said the first thing that came to mind. "Look, the sun's coming up. When can go to the spice market when Mum and Dad get up."

Ptolemy nodded and walked over to the window. He rested his left arm on the windowsilll, and rested his heand on his left hand. He brought his right arm up and rested it on the windowsill. He placed his hand underneath his head hand stared out the window.

Kitty's heart began to race again.

"You're lucky," Ptolemy's voice broke through her thoughts.

"Why?" She managed.

"You have parents who love you. I never knew mine—they died when I was young."

Kitty gave a slight gasp when she remembered what Bartimaeus had told her. Bringing up parents in front of Ptolemy was a bad idea. "I'm sorry Ptolemy," she began to apollogize. "I didn't know." She tried to sound as apollogetic as she could. She could tell Ptolemy was upset by the tone of his voice. She guessed that was why he had moved away from her, so she wouldn't be able to see his being upset.

"It doesn't matter," Ptolemy wearily breathed as he turned back around to face her. "That was a long, long time ago."

Kitty looked into Ptolemy's eyes. They were full of sorrow. She tried to change the subject. "Well…We should go get some summoning stuff. You're right; we need Bartimaeus." Ptolemy just nodded. "Well then, I guess we should be going." Kitty finished awkwardly. Ptolemy's sad mood made her feel naked, exposed. Ptolemy stared at her, his eyes watering. His eyes sparkaled beautifully in the light and his tears. He was so beautiful…"'Tell you what, you can stay here instead and stay with Mum and Dad. They'll be your foster parents." She stopped and waited for Ptolemy to respond. When he didn't, she continued on. "They won't mind. In fact, they'd probably preferr to have someone different and new in the house to talk to. And don't worry, they don't hate magicians. I'm sure if you tell them you're a magician they'll be all over you. They love to impress and pleasure."

Ptolemy was silent for a moment, thinking it over. "Alright," he answered at last. "If you say so, Kitty. But you'll be back soon, right?"

The look in Ptolemy's eyes made Kitty think that he thought she was trying to find a way to abandon him. "I should only be gone an hour to two," she replied. "Then we can summon Bartimaeus."

Ptolemy's mood changed a little. He nodded and blinked the tears away. "Alright."

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The KittyPtolemy thing was too soon, wasn't it? Oh, I knew it was too soon! Give some opinions, I need to here what uou all think of the idea. It might be a pairing, it might not. Depending on how I feel after I get some of your reviews. Remember, you're reviews are what help me perfect my story and writing!