Thirty more seconds, and I was free of curfew. “Who’s Desiree?” I asked, once Ms. Terwilliger hung up.

“Your dorm matron. Weathers.”

“Really?” I thought of stout, motherly Mrs. Weathers. I never would’ve guessed her first name was Desiree. It was the kind of name I would associate with someone sultry and seductive. Maybe she had some scandalous life outside of school we didn’t know about. “So, do I have an all-night pass?”

“Not sure I’d push it that far,” said Ms. Terwilliger. “But we certainly have enough time for this spell. I can’t make it for you, but I can help you with the ingredients and supplies.”

I tapped the book, forgetting about my fear as I scanned the lengthy list. Details like this put me back in my comfort zone. “You have all of these?”

“Of course.”

Ms. Terwilliger led us down a hall that branched off from the kitchen, where I’d expect to find bedrooms. One room did indeed give us a glimpse of a bed as we walked by, but our eventual destination was something else altogether: a workshop. It was kind of what you’d get if you crossed a wizard’s lair with a mad scientist’s lab. Part of the room had very modern equipment: beakers, a sink, burners, etc. The rest was from a different era, vials of oils and dried herbs, along with scrolls and honest-to-goodness cauldrons. Plants and herbs lined the sill of a dark window. There were two more cats in here, and I was pretty sure they weren’t the same ones I’d seen in the living room.

“It looks chaotic,” said Ms. Terwilliger. “But I daresay it’s organized enough, even for you.”

Upon closer inspection, I saw she was right. All of the plants and little vials were labeled and in alphabetical order. All of the various tools were equally identified, enumerated by size and material. The room’s center was a large, smooth stone table, and I set the book down on it, careful to stay on the page I needed.

“What now?” I asked.

“Now, you construct it,” she said. “The more of it you do on your own, the stronger your connection will be to the spell. Certainly come and get me if you have trouble with the ingredients or the directions. Otherwise, the more of your focus and concentration that goes into this, the better.”

“Where are you going to be?” I asked, startled. As much as I disliked the thought of working with her in a creepy, arcane lab, I disliked the thought of being alone here even more.

She gestured toward where we’d come from. “Oh, just out there. I’ll entertain your ‘brother’ too since you really do need to do this alone.”

My anxiety increased. I’d protested Adrian’s original request to come here, but now I wanted him around. “Can I at least get some coffee?”

She chuckled. “Normally, I’d say yes—particularly if you were just doing grunt work to build an amulet or potion. Because you’ll be using your mind, the magic will work much better if your thoughts are free and clear of any substances that affect your mental state.”