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A high school student finds a grimoire that shows how to make magical disguises. |
Previously: "Looking Into the Dark"  You briefly part for the evening after dinner—he to tackle on Stephan's schoolwork, you to tackle Shannon's—and don't pick up the earlier conversation again until you're getting ready for bed. "This is all so sketchy," you call to him in the bathroom, where he's brushing his teeth while you're sitting on the bed rubbing lotion on your calves. "What if we hurt someone with this new thing-a-ma-bob? I don't want to try it out on someone we know." He puts his head around the corner of the doorway long enough to say, through a foaming mouth, "So we don't do anything with it?" "I don't want to use it on someone we know," you repeat. "We were talking about using Barbara to get someone into the office," you continue. "Uh huh," Caleb says, and disappears back into the bathroom. You grimace to yourself, for you realize that you're looking for a cop-out. If it's sketchy to use the new thing on someone you know, it is just as sketchy to use it on someone you don't. You just don't want the responsibility of picking out who you're going to use it on. "You sure there won't be any problem with the Meerkat getting us someone?" Caleb asks when he comes swaggering out of the bathroom in Stephan's skimpy black sleeping shorts. You're already under the covers, and shift over toward him when he crawls under them with you. "No. We'll even leave it up to her to pick them out." Caleb is reaching across to put a meat arm around you, but he withdraws with a frown. "What are you talking about?" he asks. "We'll just ask her to call some student into the office, have them wait in the conference room. And then she'll call me and I'll—" "You just want to leave it up to the Meerkat?" "She can handle it fine, Caleb," you insist. "All she has to do is—" "You're leaving the choice up to the Meerkat?" he exclaims. "I think we should at least tell her who to call in for us!" You argue over it for a bit, even after Caleb has reached over to turn out the lights, and you are snuggling together in the dark. If it's going to copy someone's brain—as he suspects it will—he says you should use it on someone who's got a good brain to use. Carson Ioeger, maybe, or his friend James. Some other brainiac at school. You retort that if you're going to risk hurting someone, you should use it on someone you hate: a Seth Javits or a Lester Pozniak. Caleb counters that maybe if you're going to use it in the office on someone you don't like, you should target a teacher or an administrator. You finally retort that if you're just going to pick someone out yourselves, you could just use one of Shannon's tutorial students. You both finally fall into an exhausted silence. At first you think that Caleb's mad at you, but then the sound of snoring tells you that he's just fallen asleep. You fall asleep soon thereafter. When you wake the next morning (earlier even than usual) you find that you have made a decision in your sleep. Next: "Abdicating Responsibility" |
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