Becky did not like Physics. It was a class that she would happily see disappear from the face of the earth if she had her way. Even the practical demonstrations bored her to tears and she knew her grades were slipping because of it. All she needed was a passing grade in that class though, and then she would never have to think about it again.

So she wasn't paying much attention when she walked into the classroom that day. She sidestepped most of her classmates and got a convenient seat a few rows back. Since there was extra time before class started she got out the playlist for her radio show that night. Frowning at it she crossed off songs and added her own. Just because no one was listening didn't mean that they couldn't have good music.

Someone opened the door and she felt a gust of wind. A piece of paper tickled her foot but she didn't think too much of it. Then she felt it snatched away, but she didn't hear any footsteps. Gripping her pen tighter she looked down where she saw a pair of brown eyes staring at her. Inwardly she flushed when she realized that he'd been looking at her legs.

"Need something?" she asked, keeping her tone clipped.

He blustered, blood rushing to his face.

"Um…I should just go," he said.

"Yeah, you-" Becky started.

She paused and cocked her head. There was something rather familiar about those eyes. There was also something familiar about that embarrassed expression. It clicked.

"Dave?" she asked, "Dave Stutler?"

He blinked at her and then his eyes widened.

"Becky Barnes?" he asked.

Something warm welled up inside of her. He recognized her.

"Yes," she said, "It's been what, ten years?"

"Yeah," he said, "It has."

"You moved away," Becky said, "to…"

She bit back the phrase 'to learn magic'. Dave however, saw what she meant.

"I did," said Dave, nodding.

From the front of the class Professor Webber coughed loudly. Dave looked down at the podium and gave a frustrated sigh. He gave her one last smile before turning and heading down the stairs. She watched him go, feeling that Professor Webber was without a doubt her least favorite teacher.

For the rest of the class period she paid strict attention. Her friends would have been surprised. However, she didn't actually take any notes on the presentation. Her attention was solely focused on the long-lost childhood friend who was presenting. Apparently he'd grown up to be quite the genius.

When class let out she saw it was raining. Some of her friends offered to share an umbrella but she said she was meeting someone outside of the Physics room. This was true, even though he didn't know it yet. Becky waited patiently until she saw Dave hurrying out with his umbrella, looking to the left and the right.

"Hey Dave," she laughed.

"Oh, you uh, waited for me," Dave said.

"Well, it's not every day your old friend shows up," she said, "Heading down fifth?"
"It's on my way," he said.

Opening his umbrella he invited her to come under it. For a minute Becky considered wrapping her arm around his, like they were in an old-fashioned film. Then she blushed and dismissed it. It was cheesy and probably wouldn't be welcome. Just because she had had a childish crush on him didn't mean anything. Besides, all of that had been ten years ago.

"So um, are you liking Physics?" he asked.

"Not at all," Becky said, "My brain just doesn't think Physics."

"Then what does it think?"

"Music mostly," she answered, "And yours Dave?"

There was an undertone to her question and Dave tilted his head slightly.

"Physics," he said, "and sorcery. I can go on for hours about physics, but I'm not sure where to begin with sorcery. A lot's happened in ten years."

"It has," she agreed.

They walked to the student radio building. She turned and gestured towards the door.

"This is me," said Becky.

"You work at the radio station?" asked Dave, his voice impressed, "That's so cool!"

"Like three people listen," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Well, you can round it up to four."

She smiled just as a bolt of lightning crashed through the sky. Her head whipped up as she saw it strike their building.

"I think that's our antenna!" exclaimed Becky, pushing her way into the building.

Racing up the stairs she entered the control room. Becky hoped that someone could reassure her that things were going to be fine, but everyone had the same bleak tone. Her heart sank into her stomach. She was about to give up when she heard Dave cough. Feeling surprised she turned and looked at him. She'd all but forgotten about him in the excitement.

"Where do you keep your tools?" he asked.

For the next ten minutes she watched in awe as he fixed their transmitter. Andre, one of the techs, hurried out to tell the rest. She leaned against the doorframe.

"Thank you so much," Becky said.

"No, I can tell this is really important to you," he said.

"It is," she said honestly, "It's the one thing…"

Her voice trailed off, not able to find words. However, Dave nodded in understanding.

"Sorcery and physics for me," he said, getting up, "Anyway, I'll be seeing you around."

Disappointment welled up as she watched him leave. She wanted to say something but she suddenly felt a little insignificant next to him. If he didn't want to stay in contact with her, then who was she to decide that they needed to be? After all, she had just embarrassed herself over a radio station while her childhood crush and current sorcerer had stepped in and fixed things.

Swallowing she went into the broadcasting room. She'd get over it; she'd gotten over a lot of disappointments. However, she couldn't resist looking at the good luck charm that she had wound around her microphone. The necklace that Dave had created for her all those years ago when they were children hung there, like it had during her every performance.