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also never had a friend like Ivy.
    â€œIt’s my parents,” she says between swipes. “They’re getting divorced.” Her voice chokes on the last word. My heart breaks for her. I want to hug her, tell her it’s goingto be all right. But I don’t know if things will be okay.
    â€œI’m sorry,” I whisper. It’s the truest thing I can say.
    She shrugs. “It’s okay. I shouldn’t be surprised. They haven’t gotten along for a while. I just thought—” She stops midsentence, her voice catching on unshed tears.
    I don’t need the gift of empathy to feel her pain. I hold her hand and squeeze. “You should have told me.”
    Ivy shakes her head. “No sense ruining your summer too.”
    Her thoughtfulness is one of my favorite things about her. “Well, now I know and we’re back at Dowling. You know I’m here for you, right?”
    â€œI know,” she says, a sad smile on her face. She takes a deep breath, stands up and goes to the sink in the bathroom. She washes her face and comes back out. Her face is still pink, but she looks good. She taps the watch on her wrist. “Dinnertime. I was going to check my e-mail, but that will have to wait.”
    I put a hand over my empty rumbling stomach. “Perfect timing.”
    We walk to the dining room and take our seats. The blessing is said, and plates are served. Mine last, again. Of course. Just as we begin eating, the headmistress tapsa fork to her crystal water glass. The ting , ting , ting stops conversation, and silence falls through the room.
    â€œDowling sisters,” she begins, her smile deceptively warm. “This is a very special year at Dowling.”
    I look at the girls around the table. They all look as confused as me.
    The headmistress laughs quietly. She loves knowing more than everyone else in the room. Just like her daughter.
    â€œThis year Dowling will host Samhain, the Third ­Harvest celebration.”
    â€œSamhain?” I mouth the word to Ivy, who shrugs. “Third Harvest” triggers a small memory from one of our History of Witchcraft classes, but I don’t recall the term “Samhain.” And I sure don’t remember the significance of the Third Harvest.
    â€œIt is a tremendous honor to be selected for this special event. We will invite former Dowling students as well as our brother school, Riley. Other covens will be invited to join as well.”
    You can practically feel the air being sucked out of the room when everyone gasps. The Riley boys are coming? My nerves go from cool to chaotic. Talking to Codyover e-mail is one thing. . . . Seeing him again in person is another.
    I stretch to see Kendall and Zena at the front of the table, but they’re facing the headmistress. I can imagine their faces are set in entitled smugness. They’ve probably known about this for months. There really should be a rule about the headmistress sharing information with her vile daughter. Even after her daughter cast a spell that nearly killed me, the headmistress has never checked on me or apologized for her daughter’s behavior.
    I look to Ivy, then Dru and Jo. They’re as surprised as me, but they seem infinitely more excited.
    â€œDid you hear that?” Ivy whispers loudly. Too loudly. Other girls at the table turn to shush her. Ivy rolls her eyes and leans closer to me. “You know what this means? You get to see Cody again.”
    My hammering head nods. “Uh-huh.”
    â€œHello,” she says, shaking my arm as if I’m asleep and she’s trying to wake me. “That’s good news.”
    I should be happy. Really happy. But I’m too nervous—too nauseous—to find happiness. How can I be excited and terrified at the same time?
    â€œWhy do you look like you’re going to puke?” Ivy forces my eyes to lock onto hers. “You okay?”
    Pull yourself together, Hallie. Deep breath.