For @KissofJudas and @AlphaRaposa’s requests.
End of Year 5 of the Addergoole School
Aggie smoothed her skirts and stared at her luggage. Her parents – her foster-parents, she now knew – had sent her a plane ticket, a train ticket, and a bus ticket. Dartmouth. There were worse places.
She glanced over at Tolly. He hadn’t picked up her suitcases yet. He hadn’t even said anything, since they left the school. “Anatoliy?” That voice always worked. Even since that mess.
He looked down at her, as if seeing her for the first time. “Good luck with your life, Agatha.” He stood up taller. “I won’t be part of it.”
For once, she had nothing to say.
November, Year 11 of the Addergoole School
(This is a prequel to the Baram’s-Elves stories)
“Going to celebrate Thanksgiving?”
The girl who worked the desk at the shop was chatty, always chatty, even with Baram. He shrugged at her. He didn’t bother smiling. Nobody thought it was friendly.
“That this week?”
She laughed, although she was smelling nervous. “Tomorrow. You really didn’t know?”
He stumped home, thinking about turkey. Squash. Smiling families. Not his thing, not for monsters.
There was a girl on his porch, a skinny girl with long reddish hair. Holding a suitcase. Not looking scared.
“Are you Baram?”
“I’m Jaelie, du’Briar Rose. I’ve heard about you.”
Baram tensed. The girl smiled. Smiled. “I’d like to work for you.”
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