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Jumping—”
    “Oh, right,” said Elizabeth, smacking her forehead.
    Hadley started up the steps.  “I think better on a full tank, you know.”
    I took the hint, and we made our way inside.  Mom had always made it a point to keep our fridge stocked with the best stuff so friends would come to our place to hang out.  I joked about this, and the next thing I knew, Amity grabbed a pencil and paper from her purse and made a list of snacks and treats for the party.  I rolled my eyes.  “What do you need me for?  You’ve got it all planned without me.”
    “Of course we need you!” said Elizabeth.
    “You’re the one everyone says ‘yes’ to,” agreed Hadley.
    “Just promise me no decorations.  This isn’t the prom, okay?”  I went to the living room and lay down on the couch.  Hadley didn’t follow, but then, he typically never left a snack bar.  As I flipped through the channels on the TV, Amity snuck in and leaned her elbows on the armrest behind my head.  “So, no floral arrangement or ice sculptures?”
    It took me a beat to figure out she was joking.  “Elizabeth means well,” I said.
    “I know,” she smiled.  “And this party’s worth a try.  Maybe if we get enough of us together like friends, we can stop the Punkers.”
    “Yeah .”  Our faces were really close, and I could tell I’d turned red.  “Your new haircut looks good, by the way.  Nobody would ever know you burned it off.”
    She looked flustered and fluffed her hair.  “Not too short?”
    “Makes your eyes pop,” I said, imitating that stupid fashion guy on the teen celebrity show.
    “You’re incorrigible.”
    “Whatever.”
    “You don’t even know what that means,” she laughed.
    “And you’re crazier than a fairy in a chicken coop.”
    Her whole body sagged, and she got this dramatic look on her face.  “What is that?  Some Mage euphemism for…what?  Everybody says that!”
    I chuckled.  “I’ll tell you later.”
    She let out a big groan and disappeared back into the kitchen.  I found myself smiling up at the ceiling.  And then I remembered that the Superintendent was Jack’s mother.

Chapter Six : Miss Flinckey
     
    Monday morning, I was toasting a Jammy Tart with a low flame from my fingers, and Kelsey decided it would be funny to blow it out.  She tries that all the time, so I moved my finger out of her reach, but not before she’d filled her cheeks.  The next thing we knew, everything flew off the fridge—magnets, pizza menus, drawings, even the cereal boxes on top.  Everything.  We stared at the mess on the floor, and then she erupted with laughter.  She’s still at that age where spills and crashes are hilarious.
    “What are you two doing in there?” called Mom from the laundry room.
    “Um, I think you need to come see this,” I said, my voice shaking.
    Kelsey panicked.  “No!  Don’t tell her!  I’ll clean it up!  I’m sorry!” She moved to pick up the debris, but I held her back until Mom walked in.
    Mom stopped short.  “What happened here?”
    “Kincaid!” whined Kelsey.
    I puckered my lips like I was blowing out a candle.  “She Blew, Mom.”
    Mom’s eyes widened.  “Kelsey?”  She stepped over the spills, and Kelsey cowered.  But Mom hugged her.  “Kelsey!  You have Elemental Magic!  Wind!  That’s amazing, sweetie!”
    Kelsey looked doubtful .  “You mean I’m not in trouble?”
    “Kincaid will clean up for you, honey,” she said with a glance at me.
    “But Mom, I’m late for—”
    “Let’s go out in the garden and try some things,” said Mom, leading Kelsey by the hand.
    I looked down at the mess on the floor and knew I’d never get it all cleaned up in time.  With the broom, I sort of swooshed everything to one side of the kitchen.  Then I grabbed my cold Jammy Tart and my backpack and headed out the door.
    I saw Amity sitting on the curb about two blocks down and assumed she was waiting for me to walk with her to school, but