Sadde knocks on Isabella's door at 7PM sharp.
"I can't personally describe the sensation but I've heard that once you've had your magic for more than like a day lockdown's really uncomfortable. Not optimal test-taking conditions or something you casually do to students without proof."
Here's the bus stop!
"Training wasn't that bad. I mean, sure, I missed food and my folks but I got a lot of reading done and I could write them letters and they made sure the virtuality had stuff to do. Did you wind up in a really bad one...? Didn't make any friends in it somehow?"
"I..." Sigh. "Don't like thinking about it. And it'd ruin the mood. Or, well, any hypothetical mood that might show up after we stop talking about things that are marginally awful."
"Mm. Okay." Scritch. "Alex has been relentlessly teasing me about you. You're likely to be caught in the crossfire when he visits."
"I thought you might benefit from the warning anyway. He may also make some token attempt to determine if you're good enough for me or something."
"From our interactions so far, I'd expect you to be able to determine this to your satisfaction, so I'd assume this is more for his own peace of mind, which gives me a model of your relationship that's really cute."
"Well, that's why I said 'token', he doesn't really think I can't tell. He just might want more directly available evidence than my say-so."
"The weekend between semiquarters. Spends all day on a train to do it. He's a good brother."
Here's the bus! There is room for them to get a seat-and-a-kneeler again. Pet pet.
The cactus museum is three bus stops away. They have time to chat more. "How come you wound up coming between semiquarter breaks? Usually people only do that when they're straight out of training."
"I had to convince my father to let me come," she decides at the end. "He has certain reservations about magic and magic school."