Dru was staring at the pages of her book and doing her best not to think about the fact that she no longer had a family to celebrate the holidays with. It wasn't as if her dad had ever made a big deal over Christmas after her grandmother had died, but at least they'd been together. Now, well, January couldn't come soon enough ( Read more... )

Dru was having second thoughts about the Schola, but she'd realized if they had any chance of surviving till the portal the next day, they needed back-up. Christophe's back-up up would help in the event of any attack. And if they could get them out of town today, that would be even better ( Read more... )

After their late night talk with Christophe, Dru had spent a lot of time thinking. If what he said about Sergej wanting to kill her was true, and so far she had no reason not to believe him, then going back to school - even one filled with superhero and Real World types - might not be the best thing. If what he said about the Order was true, maybe ( Read more... )

Dinah and Kennedy were upstairs, hopefully sleeping. Christophe was back in the living room keeping watch, and Dru sat alone at the kitchen table, thinking.

( Here be exposition )

Dru woke up from a sound, dead sleep, a dream she couldn't quite remember about a dark hole in the closet receding as soon as she opened her eyes. The window was full of the weird directionless nighttime shine of streetlamps reflecting off fresh snow, as her Gran's white owl fluffed its feathers and stared in at her ( Read more... )

After their late night visitor, no one had managed to get back to sleep. Dru finally gave up on even attempting sleep a little while after dawn and went into the garage to work over the heavy bag for a while ( Read more... )

After they'd returned with the truck, Dru had spent the rest of the day and evening going through her father's books for whatever she could find about djamphirs. Finally, long after Kennedy and Dinah had gone to sleep, she went to bed herself.

( And she dreamed about her mother )

For obvious reasons, Dru hadn’t slept well. Up before dawn, she made her way to the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. Kennedy and Dinah had helped her board up the back door, but the kitchen was still drafty. Dru poured herself a cup and pulled her mother’s quilt tighter around her shoulders ( Read more... )

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