He took a drag off his cigarette, and flames edged the smoke he breathed out.
"You know, I think we may just be able to do it. Maybe that giant circle of holding could be of some help. They're good at channeling a lot of energy for whatever means. We should totally look into that."
He didn't want an answer. He could tell she was still struggling to choose. His spirit left, and he found Edward.
He jumped inside him, and everything Edward thought, felt, smelt, tasted and knew came flooding into Adrains mind. However, he left his friends memories and personal feelings alone. He was not that cruel.
"How come whenever you find someone right, some mystical law has to ruin everything" he asked Edward.
"Them's the breaks, sometimes," Edward told Adrian's spirit. Believe it or not, I do know how you feel. Not about being dead, but about feeling screwed over by the universe. Don't worry, though, we'll bring you back, one way or the other."
Deep inside, Edward wondered if he had a right to be so positive. Maybe so, maybe no, but it seemed their best bet at the moment.
Donald was near his room. "Alright man. Tomorrow around lunch, we'll check out that circle. I'll try to talk to Earth, see if it strengthens my power to do so any. And I'm waiting at any moment to have to speak with the headmaster. Also, if Dawn is in any class of yours, make sure she's okay."
Donald walked in after finishing his own cigarette and laid down, sound asleep shortly after.
Dawn's room reeked of alchol, and she held her 15th bottle. She couldn't, no DIDN'T want to think about what had happend. Dawn giggled the more she drank, until she finally collapsed and gave herself over to the Fire Lord, knowing he would protect her in her drunken state of mind.
Looks like your still sick...hittin the bottles. Am I the only clean one?
Adrian refused to go to her. He felt her, drowning her thoughts in a bottle of scotch, a bottle of brandy. How she came across such valuble spirits was beyond him, but she was under more than enough alchoholic influence for any man to take advantage of her.
He refused to invade her mind though. In his disembodied state, he could feel much more of the minds around him than he ever could, and his love for Dawn kept his link with her strong.
Odd, knowing that she was drowning herself in spirits when she didn't want anything to do with one. The irony...
Posted on 2009-05-08 at 03:30:44.
Edited on 2009-05-08 at 04:39:57 by Babaloo
He rolled out of bed, and looked in the mirror. After a quick shower, he stepped into a pair of loose jeans, a white t-shirt, and he threw on the nearest military style hat. He made sure his herbs, a pen, and a rolling paper was in his pocket before he walked out the room.
It occured to him then that he had no clue where to go. He hoped that Earth could guide him.
Dawn had somehow sobered and was outside his door in a long black dress and buckle-boots. She handed him a slip of paper with his schedule:
1.Magical Defense, 2.Magical Offense, 3. Animology, 4.Free period, 5.Magical history, 6.Physical Training, 7.Brewing Studies