~14~

Ivory peered out of the old wavy glass and watched December slowly make its way across the grounds of Atwood hall. She, Avery, Rowen, Melinoe, and Macaria, all gathered around some dark mahogany school desks in Josephine's office for their lessons.

Josephine stood to one side of the room holding an old book a little too close to her face and recited lines that went through one ear and out the other. Ivory was too mesmerized by the new snow that lightly powdered the lawns that were now turning deep shades of brown and gold.

She imagined dancing in the snow. And looking up at the pearly grey sky as she tilted her head back and caught snowflakes on her tongue.