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use it. Whit didn’t mind the steps, since she loved exercise and the way it relaxed her body, but not even the stairs could help her. Relaxing wasn’t an option today. She was simply too tense about this whole situation.
    The fourth floor was divided into five areas. Each area had numerous offices and was marked by small plaques on the wall. Mrs. Audley walked toward the area marked MIND. Mrs. McFaddin’s name was printed on a card above her open door. Once in front of the door, Whit could see Mrs. McFaddin sitting in a comfy-looking recliner. She appeared to be asleep. Whit thought she looked like a middle aged fairy, with wispy, shoulder-length brown hair. It looked like a cloud of frizz around her head. Mrs. Audley approached the office and knocked loudly.
    “Mrs. McFaddin, I would like you to meet Whitni Ballentine. Whitni will be attending Maverick soon and she will be one of your advisees. I thought it might be a good idea to introduce you two and give you a chance to talk for a few minutes. Is this a good time?” she asked.
    Mrs. McFaddin grabbed a pair of glasses off her desk and slid then onto her nose. “Now is a perfect time. Whitni, why don’t you come in and keep me company for a moment, while your aunt and our assistant dean talk over the forms and all that official records business?” she said, waving her hand for Whit to come in and sit down.
    Whit moved into the office and sat down across from where Mrs. McFaddin was stretched out. She glanced around the office, eyeing the books on the shelf next to her chair. Most of the books appeared to be about psychology and the brain, but Whit’s eyes froze as they collided with several titles that contained the word psychic.
    “H ow are you enjoying your visit so far?”
    Whit wondered how exactly she was supposed to respond to that question. Mrs. Audley acted like this was a normal school, so maybe they didn’t realize she already knew what it was actually about. “Everything seems to be pretty normal, similar to the school I go to now,” she stammered, feeling uncomfortable for about the hundredth time today.
    “L ooks can be deceiving you know,” Mrs. McFaddin said with a smirk. “I could do the small talk thing, but that really isn’t my style, so I’m going to jump right in. How much do you really know about Maverick?”
    “Just a little bit ,” Whit answered. “My aunt told me a few things, but I’m having a hard time believing it.” She said glancing around the office to avoid eye contact.
    “ How about I start by telling you a little about me then?” Mrs. McFaddin asked. Once Whit nodded, she continued. “I’ve been the counselor here for ten years. I also teach a class on extrasensory perception. Do you know what that is?” she asked with a tilt of her head.
    “No, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of it,” Whit replied with a shake of her head.
    “Basically , it means the same thing as being psychic. I teach students how to control and focus their unique gifts. It’s my gift as well. I know that your family also exhibits these skills. Is this correct?” she asked with a great amount of patience.
    Whit wondered how many times Mrs. McFaddin had to talk to new students and ease them into talking about this school and their talents. She looked at the floor and nodded. It was too hard to talk, so she remained silent, but something about acknowledging it to someone else made it feel … safer.
    “Okay, I won’t force you into talking before you’re ready. I will tell you though, that I had a vision about you. Would you like me to tell you about it?”
    “I don’t know,” Whit whispered.
    “That’s a fair response. Well, since you’re undecided, I think I’ll decide for you.” Mrs. McFaddin stopped talking and winked in Whit’s direction. “It was a happy vision, so it should actually ease your worries,” she said with a grin. “In my vision, it was a sunny day and you were on the quad, sitting with five other people