“Black girl magick,” Stevie Rae said. “I gotta get me some.”
“Ditto,” I said. Then I thought about the fact that I couldn’t even get a tan anymore, and decided to change the subject before it got depressing. “Okay, I’m going to start with air. Damien, as soon as you’ve figured out what you want to use to symbolize air, step into my office. Bring pizza.” I grabbed my notebook and headed for a table that wasn’t piled full with books, cookie remnants, pop cans, and pizza.
I didn’t have to wait long. I was still chewing the end of my pencil and trying to decide what the heck my spirit symbology would be when Damien and Aphrodite took seats across the table from me.
I raised my brow questioningly.
Damien looked at Aphrodite. She sighed. “Go ahead. You tell her. You’re better with words.”
“Correct, but you talk more,” Damien said.
“True. I’ll go. Okay, Damien and I got together on the air symbol. I came up with the idea of the athame. It’s often used to slice through the air during Ritual, and it’s a symbol of power, which I think is important,” Aphrodite said.
“And I thought of the rest of it, which is what you should do with the athame. What’s the most powerful symbol in the vampyre lexicon?” Damien said.
“Is this a test?” I asked, only half kidding.
“If it is, I hope you pass, u-we-tsi-a-ge-ya.” Grandma took the seat beside me.
“Z’s a good test taker,” Stark said between bites of pizza as he sat at my other side.
“No pressure at all,” I muttered. Then I smiled. What was wrong with me? Of course I knew the answer to that question. “It’s a pentacle!”
“Correct,” Damien said. “After Aphrodite presents you with the symbol for air, I think it would be perfect if you used the athame to draw a protective pentacle within the circle.”
“That’s an excellent idea,” I said.
“Fantastic!” Damien said. “I’m going to go to Nyx’s Temple and choose an athame.”
“I’ll come with you. We might as well get the ritual candles while we’re there,” Aphrodite said.
I smiled as they hurried off. This might just be easier than I thought it was going to be. “Okay, Shaunee, fire is up next.”
Shaunee was chewing pizza when she slid into the chair across from me. “Do you know what a tetrahedron is?”
“This is a test,” I grumped. “Sounds like something mathy. Which means I have no clue.”
“It’s a solid, four-sided pyramid,” Shaunee said.
“Yep. Definitely math,” I said.
“Geometry, actually,” Stark corrected.
“Yes,” Shaunee said. “A fire tetrahedron is a geometric representation of the four factors that are necessary to create fire: fuel, heat, oxygen, and an uninhibited chain reaction. Voilà! You have fire.”
“Makes sense. I think,” I said. “So, your symbol is?”
“Z, stay with me. My symbol is going to be a tetrahedron.”
I blinked blankly at her.
She sighed. “In other words, I’m going to make a pyramid for your spell. You can put it in the center of the circle. It’ll be a focus for fire protection.”
“Oh, like the pentacle I’m going to draw with Damien’s athame! Your pyramid thingie is just another focus for protection.”
“Exactly. And now I’m gonna search this room for something cool to make the tetrahedron out of. It’s a school, right? We should have construction paper, scissors, and some glue.”
“Well, yeah, but the scissors might have those obnoxious rounded ends,” I said.
“Let’s hope not,” Shaunee said with a sad shake of her head.
“Water! Your turn,” I called.
Shaylin came to my table, reached into her purse, and pulled out a rock. She put it down on the table in front of me. “This is my symbol. It’s weird, but I’ve been carrying it around in my purse since I found it when Nicole and I were taking a walk in Golden Gate Park. It was in the water feature by the Japanese pagoda. It’s perfect.”
I picked up the rock. It was nothing special. About fist-sized, made of some kind of brown stone. It had an indentation on the top side of it that was kinda wavy. I gave her a question-mark look. “Sorry, I don’t get it.”
“Oh, here. It’s easier to see from this direction.” Shaylin spun the stone so that I was looking at the indented design from the opposite angle.
“It’s a heart!” I said.
“Guess what made it?”
I traced the wavy indentation that had made an almost perfect heart, and suddenly got it. I grinned up at Shaylin. “Water!”
“Yep! Water is so powerful that it can even change stone. I think that’s powerful protection energy.”
“I think you’re right,” I said.
“Oh, and your aura is looking very bright and shiny,” Shaylin said. “So’s yours and yours,” she told Stark and Grandma. Then she lowered her voice. “But Damien’s is looking sad. I think he might be depressed. And Aphrodite’s is definitely stressed.”
“I’m not surprised,” I said.
“What about mine?” Stevie Rae asked as she joined the table.
Shaylin studied her. “Your aura is muted. Not as badly as Damien’s, but you’re not 100 percent.”
“Does it look homesick to you?” she asked.
“Definitely.”
“Which we’re going to fix,” I said. “Thanks, Shaylin. I agree with you. Your rock is perfect. Ready, earth?”
“Yepper!” Stevie Rae said, plopping into the seat across from me. “I know exactly what my symbol is, but I’m not sure where we’re gonna get one at this time of night.”
“What is it?” I asked, intrigued.
“Well, the most powerful earth protection comes in the form of trees. And the rowan tree has special powers. It rules communication between the worlds. It’s known as the Quickening Tree because it can quicken your psychic abilities. I think it’s the perfect symbol for earth protection, but I don’t have one.”
“Stevie Rae, do you need an actual sapling, or would just a part of the tree work?” Grandma asked.
“Any part of the tree would work just fine. I can make it grow. Do ya have a rowan twig or somethin’, Grandma Redbird?”
“I do not, but I’m sure a rowan wand wouldn’t be difficult to find here at the House of Night,” Grandma said.
“There are tons of wands and such in the Spells and Rituals classroom, back in the supplies cupboard,” I said.
“That’ll work!” Stevie Rae said. “I’ll go find something rowan.”
“Four down, one to go,” Stark said. “So, what’s gonna be your spirit symbol?”
“I have no clue,” I said.
“Then it is good that you have your Grandma here with you, u-we-tsi-a-ge-ya.” Grandma went to her picnic basket and reached into its mysterious, fragrant depths to pull out a single red feather. She brought it to the table and handed it to me. “This is your symbol, Zoeybird, and the symbol of the spirit of your people.”
“Oh, Grandma! It’s perfect. Thank you.”
“That’s it then. You have all the elements of your spell,” Stark said.
“I do. What time is it?”
He checked his phone. “Ten thirty. Looks like we’re going to make the midnight deadline.”
“Looks like it,” I said.