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whisper.
    Eva fell silent. She didn’t want to cause a scene, and eventually the annoying attendant left.
    “I don’t want to be a Banshee,” she whispered harshly. “I want to be normal, and I don’t want to go to bed at night thinking some boy is going to invade my mind.”
    He turned to her. “That won’t happen,” he said softly. “Leprechauns can’t enter a Banshee’s mind.”
    Well, that sounded good.
    “Why not?”
    He gently touched her temple. “No Leprechaun has ever been able to see inside a Banshee’s mind. There’s a barrier keeping us out. Your mind is concealed, containing your curse, your omens.”
    “But…it’s possible?”
    “Many things are possible.”
    “Except immortally,” she reminded him.
    He nodded. “Except that, but a Leprechaun would never want to enter a Banshee’s mind, even if he could.”
    “Why not?”
    “Take no offense at this, but to a Leprechaun, a Banshee’s mind is…messed up.”
    Eva didn’t disagree. It was messed up to see people die and cry for hours about it.
    “A Leprechaun is all about…pleasure,” he continued. “We want to have excitement, not visit a place of…death.”
    So as far as Eva understood it, Green Clover Academy was full of weeping girls and player boys. It was sort of like regular high school. Except everyone was either a cursed Banshee, made to suffer for an ancient deception, or a Leprechaun, descended from the offspring of a witch and a warlock. And they all lived together. 
    She leaned forward, resting her head against the seat in front of her. The captain came over the intercom and announced they were landing at Boston Logan International Airport in ten minutes.
    “Thank goodness,” Mr. Quinn said.
    But Eva couldn’t share his joy. They were about to descend to a faraway place where legend was real. And she didn’t know what was true and what was false. It was a bad feeling to have just before the start of school.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    5
     
    Vision, Interrupted
     
     
     
    The airport was full of people, departing and arriving. Eva held on to her bag, allowing Mr. Quinn to navigate a trail through the crowded airport. 
    “The students at your school…do they come from all over?”
    He nodded. “Yes, all over.”
    “The world or just America?”
    “Just America. Of course, we’d accept anyone from another country, but Green Clover is for the American descendants of Banshees and Leprechauns. However, the school is run by wealthy benefactors back in Ireland, who run their own grand school as well.”
    Eva had been excited, thinking she would meet someone from Ireland, wondering if the student would greet her with a stereotypical, “Top o’ the mornin’ to ya!” 
    “So? No Irish?”
    They separated to allow a family of six with a screaming baby to go through, and then resumed their earlier position at each other’s side.
    He smiled. “Well, no one from Ireland, but we’re all Irish in a way…just born in the good ol’ US of A.”
    “Where were you born?”
    “Chicago.” He adjusted the brown and orange patchy cap on his head. “Miss it sometimes, but my home is Boston with my children.”
    “You have kids?” She viewed his left hand, but didn’t find a ring there. Not even the trace of a wedding band.
    He held the door open for her that led outside. “A good hundred,” he answered, smiling.
    Eva exited the airport building and immediately felt the afternoon sun on her face. It was warm in Boston, and she was comfortable, despite being so many miles from home. 
    She shook her head. “I meant biologically.”
    He kept the door open for a couple holding hands, obviously newlyweds by the wide grins of their faces. Eva watched Mr. Quinn, noticing a touch of sadness on his face. The couple nodded their appreciation to the headmaster and went inside.
    He closed the door. “No, no children of my own. You and the other ninety-nine