Salar felt genuinely confused by her instructions but tried to remember what she had just been wearing; the sweater, jeans, and red-framed glasses she usually wore. She closed her eyes and after a moment the warmth she felt a moment ago receded. Her bare shoulders were now protected from the chill by a soft fabric, and her legs were thankfully now covered appropriately.

When Natalie opened her eyes again the bag of books sat on the ground beside her and the mirror she was holding was now gone.

“I think it’s safe to say that I-” She paused to clear her throat which felt unusually dry, probably from the sudden shock. “That I have quite a few questions.”

She gathered her belongings and turned to Sadie with a wide-eyed expression befitting someone who either just witnessed a miracle or a catastrophic event. “My nephew is at home right now, I don’t think this is a conversation suited for his ears.” She had guardianship over him and the last thing she needed was him overhearing something he shouldn’t and having her mental state called into question. Sure, it might be easy to say it was regarding a student’s story, but with how she often went on tangents, the lie would surely reveal itself.

“I think your place would be best, if you don’t mind…”

Orangeish Sherbert
Fin