“Annual Student Records for the past ten years are kept in the library,” Clary said. “Anything older is in the vault.”
“Okay, so we check the ASR’s first, and if we have no luck, we speak to some of the teachers. They’ve been here a while, someone should remember her, right? I mean, she was Unwoven. There must be a record of those students.”
“I don’t have classes until the afternoon,” Clary said. “I can start looking through the books in the morning.”
“I’ll help,” Benedict said.
“But that’s your caffeination time,” Clary reminded him.
“I’ll take a travel cup to the library.”
“Smithers doesn’t allow food and drink,” Dori pointed out.
“She does for me.” Benedict winked. “I’m her favorite.”
Dori rolled her eyes. “Only you would dare flirt with a hag.”
I’d seen Smithers. She was old, but sweet-looking, hardly a hag. “That’s a little harsh.”
Clary snort-laughed. “No, Smithers is anactualhag.” She sobered when she caught the blank look on my face. “But I don’t suppose you know what that is. She’s a caster, but she uses blood, bone, and flesh in her spells. She’s one of a kind, and rumor has it she came here from another world during The Overshadowing.”
“And that form you see,” Dori said. “That isnotwhat she truly looks like.”
“What does she look like?”
“No one knows…” Dori intoned, drawing out the words in an eerie whisper.
“Because there is no other form,” Benedict said. “And this hag business is just a rumor started by some students a decade or so ago.”
“Yeah? And how old is she?” Clary asked.
“You don’t ask a lady her age,” Benedict said primly.
Clary laughed.
We were getting off track. “Back to Selina’s book.”
“Who?” they said in unison.
“Selina Evergreen.” I tapped the journal.
“Oh yeah,” Clary said. “First thing tomorrow.”
Finding out who Selina was would be the first step in understanding why I dreamed about her. What was the connection between us? It had to be more than the fact she’d been allocated a room in Bramble.
Wait…if she’d been in Bramble, then Vitra was bound to have known her. I made a mental note to ask him after class tomorrow.
I tucked the journal into my bag. It was almost sunset, and I had a meeting with a barghest.
CHAPTER 30
Forever storms and angry seas,
A winter’s kiss, a chilling breeze.
The nights are long, the days are short,
And magic struggles to be taught.
