Practice

-Karen-

Over the next four days, Conor had meetings after the drills so Joanne and Bart, when they could, stayed with me. I had managed to talk Joanne into going with me to our library, so I could read up on the Mage books. I figured since I had so much time, I could brush up on the spell portions of my magic even if I couldn’t cast anything. I miss my magic. I feel like I’ll never use it again at this rate. She found a book on Mazifikian culture and decided to read it while I studied. So many spells and all for different things. Memory suppression… Maybe I could figure out a way to forget the bad things that have happened. I could change my hair to a different color too! What color should I pick? Maybe black as pitch? After a few hours, I had gotten caught up in my studies and found Joanne asleep on the plushy couch.

On the fifth day, Conor surprised the three of us when he came back from drills early. “Welcome home!” I squealed as I bolted to him and hugged him tightly. I heard Joa