As night fell, Imogen once again proved how cool her magic was.
"So the theory," she explained, while waving her hands in a comedically arcane manner, "is that this location--the air, the plants, the ground--it remembers how it was in the past, even if it's not the same way you and I remember things."
I admired her. She looked hot, even doing ridiculous poses. "And the gesturing helps?" I asked.
Imogen stuck her tongue out at me. "Some spells are complicated. Having a pattern or a routine can help keep you focused. Any more interruptions from the class?"
I raised my hand.
"Hmm, yes. Ophelia was it?" Imogen pretended to call on me from an imaginary crowd.
"Mrs. Imogen," I asked. "How come you're so cool?"
"The THEORY GOES," Imogen said loudly, but I could see her smiling. "That even
