Hex Hall (22 page)

I bent down to pick another bunch of mint. "It's a bal, actualy. For Haloween. It should be awesome. Especialy since I can't manage to make a dress that doesn't completely suck. Oh, and--bonus--I get to suffer through watching a girl I despise be totaly beautiful and seduce a guy I like. Should be good times."

"Elodie?"

I nodded.

Alice scowled. "I don't care for that girl. She's been quite hateful toward you. Undoubtedly because your powers are so superior to her own. There are few things more abhorrent to me than a weak witch."

"Wow, tel me what you
really
think."

Alice blinked at me. "I just did."

"Forget it. It's just so unfair that she's such a heinous person, but her dress spel has turned out so beautifuly. She's going to look amazing."

And have sex with Archer
, I added silently.

I'd forgotten Alice could read my mind. "Oh. Is Archer that boy you fancy?"

There was no use in denying that I "fancied" him. I nodded.

"Humph," Alice replied. "Why not just use a love charm on him? They're frightfuly simple."

I shoved some more mint into my bag. "Because I . . .

Look, this sounds stupid, but I realy like him, and I don't want him to like me back if it's just, like, some spel."

I thought Alice might argue with me, but she just shrugged and said, "Attraction has its own magic, I suppose."

"Yeah, wel, there's probably no chance of him ever being attracted to me. I thought maybe at the bal . . . but I can't even make a decent dress."

I turned to Alice. "Why is it that when I'm out here with you, I can do completely kick-ass spels, but when I'm in the school, everything I do blows up in my face?"

"Confidence?" she suggested. "You feel unsure of yourself in that school, and it's reflected in your magic."

"Maybe."

We continued picking plants for a while until Alice said,

"You say this girl's dress is beautiful?"

I sighed. "It's perfect."

Alice smiled, and in the light from the orb, I could swear her teeth actualy gleamed.

"Would you like to change that?"

C
lasses were canceled the day of the bal, and since it was another one of those beautiful, clear October days, nearly everybody spent it outside. Everybody but me. Wel, me and Jenna. Even with her bloodstone, she wasn't the biggest fan of the outdoors. She was curled up in her usual spot, on her bed, covered with her throw, and a manga in her hand.

I sat on my bed staring at my stupid dress dummy, which was stil wearing the pilowcase. I'd spent most of the morning trying to turn it into something at least halfway presentable, and had had absolutely no luck. I couldn't figure it out; I knew I wasn't the world's best witch, but a transformation spel just should not have been this hard. True, I'd never attempted anything as elaborate before, but I should have at least been able to make a little black dress. But even that had turned out shapeless, with a crooked hem to boot.

I sighed, and Jenna exclaimed, "Damn, Sophie, I'm supposed to be the moper. What is your problem?"

"This freaking dress." I pointed at the offending object.

"Nothing I do works."

Jenna shrugged. "So don't go."

I glared at her. Jenna wasn't going to the bal, so she didn't understand why I so badly wanted to go. I didn't realy understand why I wanted to go either, although it probably had a lot to do with Archer in a tux.

I didn't want to tel Jenna that, though. "It's not the bal; it's the principle of the thing. I should be able to do this spel. It's just not that hard."

"Maybe somebody cursed your dummy," she joked, turning back to her manga.

My hand sneaked into my pocket and closed around the smal object that seemed to be burning a hole there.

When Alice suggested doing a spel on Elodie's dress, I had initialy said no way. "I could get kicked out for doing magic on another student," I'd told her.

"But it wouldn't be you," Alice argued. "It would be me.

You would just be the carrier, as it were."

That had made sense, and I have to admit I'd felt a little giddy when Alice had reached into her pocket and puled out a tiny bone, probably from a bird. Alice having bones in her pocket probably should've freaked me out, but by that point I was used to Alice's weirdness. Like the necklace that first night, the bone glowed softly in her hands. She'd smiled as she gave it to me. "Just slip this into the hem of her dress."

"Do I need to say any special words or anything?"

"No. The bone wil know what to do."

I remembered those words now as I fingered the smal, smooth bone. I'd had it for a week, and I stil hadn't used it. Alice had promised that the bone would only turn Elodie's dress some horrible color when Elodie put it on, and that didn't sound too bad.

Stil, I was worried. Every spel I'd ever tried to do on another person had gone badly, and even though I didn't like Elodie, I didn't want to accidentaly hurt her. So the bone had stayed in my pocket.

But if I wasn't going to use it, why hadn't I thrown it out?

With another sigh, I got off my bed and went to the dummy.

Even though it didn't have a head, its very posture seemed to be mocking me. "What up, loser?" I imagined it saying. "I'd rather wear this pilowcase than any of your ugly designs."

"Shut up," I murmured as I put my hands on it and, yet again, concentrated as hard as I could. "Blue, pretty, please . . ." I muttered.

The fabric rippled and promptly became a sequined, bright blue hot pants outfit that looked like a majorette's uniform.

"Crap, crap, crap!" I cried, hitting the dummy so that it spun on its stand.

Jenna looked up from her book. "Now that's fetching."

"Not helpful," I growled. God, what was
wrong
with me?

I'd done spels way harder than this, and they'd never, ever come out this badly.

"I'm teling you," Jenna said, "you got a bum dummy.

Nobody else seems to be having this hard a time with theirs."

"I know," I said, leaning my head on the dummy. "Even Sarah Wiliams, who is, like, the worst witch ever, made this realy pretty red dress. It's not as fancy as Elodie's but--"

I stopped, a sinking feeling in my stomach.

It didn't make sense for me to be having so much trouble making a dress. Maybe Jenna was right: maybe my dummy was cursed.

I pressed my hands to the pilowcase again, but this time I didn't think of a dress. I just said, "'Fess up."

For a moment nothing happened. I wasn't sure whether I should feel relieved or disappointed.

Then, very slowly, two glowing handprints the faint burgundy color of watered-down wine appeared on the front of the dress.

Relief surged through me, but that was quickly swalowed up by a white-hot wave of anger.

"How did you do that?" Jenna asked from behind me. She was on her knees staring at the handprints.

"It's a revelation spel," I said through clenched teeth. "Lets you know if an object has been messed with magicaly."

"Wel, at least you know that you're not a crap witch."

I nodded, but I was nearly shaking with fury. Here I'd been thinking I was just useless, and it had been Elodie al along. It had to be her. Who else would want to make sure I couldn't go to the bal?

God, the whole thing was almost too fairy tale to handle.

And the thing that realy bothered me was that I hadn't used my curse on her dress. I'd felt
bad
about using it.

Wel, screw that.

"Where's Elodie right now?" I asked Jenna.

Her eyes were wide, so I knew I must have looked pretty scary.

"Um, I heard Anna say they were going down to the beach with a bunch of people."

"Perfect."

I headed for the door, ignoring Jenna as she caled out,

"What are you going to do?"

I hurried toward Elodie's room. There was no one in the hal to see me as I slipped in.

My heart pounding, both out of fear and anger, I walked over to the window, where Anna's and Elodie's dress dummies stood. Anna's dress was black with purple trim and a short train.

She'd look amazing in it, but it was nothing compared to Elodie's dress.

I hesitated for a moment.

Then I thought of Elodie laughing at me in class as I'd tried so hard to make just one damn dress, and my nerve came back.

I dropped to my knees and fished around in the filmy layers of skirts until I found a smal gap in the hem. I slid the tiny bone inside and gave it a light pat. It glowed brightly inside the dress, shining dul red through al the layers of pink. I held my breath until the glow went out, then I ran for the door.

The hal was empty, so I was able to sneak back to my room unseen.

Jenna was stil sitting on her bed when I came in.

"What did you do?"

I walked over to my bed and puled out the smal pouch of dirt I'd hidden there. "Let's just say turnabout is fair play."

Jenna opened her mouth, but then closed it again as she watched me pour some of the dirt on my hands. She probably thought I'd totaly cracked up as I marched over to my dummy with dirt-covered hands, grasped it around the waist, and closed my eyes.

This time I didn't even think anything specific. "Dress," was al I said.

As usual, I could feel the dress slip and slide under my hands, but it was different this time. My hands felt hot, and it was like there was an electric current running through me.

I heard Jenna gasp, and when I stepped back and opened my eyes, I gasped too.

The dress wasn't just beautiful, it was stunning.

It was peacock blue satin, and green lights seemed to dance inside the fabric. The top looked like a corset, strapless and boned in the front, and as I spun the dummy to the back, I saw that it laced up with a bright green ribbon.

The skirt beled out from the cinched-in waist, and, most impressive of al, there was a panel of actual peacock feathers running down the front, starting at a point just under the corset top and widening as it reached the bottom, like an upside-down triangle.

"Whoa," Jenna breathed. "Now that is a dress. Sophie, you're going to be gorgeous."

She was right, I thought, feeling dazed. I would look gorgeous.

"What was that stuff you put on it?"

I wasn't ready to tel Jenna about Alice, and I had a feeling she wouldn't take the words
grave dust
wel, so I just shrugged.

"Magic powder."

Jenna looked skeptical, but before she could ask any more questions, I gave her a bright smile and said, "Let me make you one."

She gave a startled laugh. "You realy wanna make me a dress?"

I nodded. "Why not? It'l be fun, and then you can come with me to the bal."

"I don't think so, Soph," she protested weakly, but I was already puling one of her nightgowns out of her dresser. I pressed my stil-dirty hands on it and just thought,
Jenna
.

Al of Jenna's protests died on her lips when she saw the dress: hot pink, with thin straps and a sparkling belt at the waist that I thought might be made out of real diamonds. The dress was perfect for her, and before long she was holding it up and spinning around.

"I don't know what your 'magic powder' is, and I don't care," she said with a laugh. "This is the most beautiful dress I've ever seen!"

We spent the rest of the afternoon transforming our shoes until we each had the perfect pair. By the time evening fel, we were both dressed, and if I do say so myself, looking pretty hot. Jenna had piled her white-blond hair on top of her head, with her pink streak faling over one eye. My own hair was actualy behaving for once, and I'd let Jenna arrange it into a low bun at the base of my neck, a few tendrils escaping around my face.

We walked downstairs arm in arm, giggling. There was a crush of people in the narrow halway leading to the balroom. I craned my neck, looking for Archer and Elodie, hoping to discover what gross color Elodie's dress had become, but I couldn't see them.

I'd been pretty impressed with Jenna's and my dresses in our room, but now I saw that we were hardly the most spectacular people there. A tal blond faerie bumped into me, and her dress, a concoction of ice-green sparkles, chimed softly, like bels. I also saw a shapeshifter in what looked to be a gown made entirely of white fur.

The boys were a little more sedate. Most of them were just in tuxes, although a few had been more daring and were wearing long coats and breeches.

We were just about to enter the balroom when I felt something warm press up against my back. I thought it was just some random person crowding me, until a voice whispered in my ear, soft and low, "I knew it was you."