I'm not sure what uncle Azzie did regarding Callida Healy. I saw her in class the next day, and she kept attending. I tried to observe her, learning what I could about her. Who was she? What happened to her? Did she grow up in a magically isolated world, starved of magic, as I did?
I had to know.
"Stop staring at the poor girl," Marty whispered into my ear, leaning over the chair, as we were sitting in the lecture hall.
I looked away.
Yllana was looking sad. I shook my head, trying to get other thoughts out, and focused on her.
She needed a friend, and I was a bit too self-absorbed.
"Come to my house for a study session on the weekend," I said. "We can always say we went shopping."
She nodded and smiled.
"Thanks, Amy," she said. "I will. I just need more practice, and I can't get i
