Alis was glad to be in her last year—glad but nervous. What came after this? Would she be received at Dilys Derwent, against her mother’s wishes, or would she become a potioneer just as her parents had been? She wanted to work with potions of course, but thought that there was more to life than making beauty potions and illegal drugs on the side. She was thinking the apothecary was getting a little packed, especially with Rose back at it. She didn’t resent her family much, just a bit, but didn’t particularly want to follow in their footsteps, either.
She knew Circe felt the same. She didn’t want to go into law like her mother, or healing like her father. She wanted something different and unique, too. Alis could relate. When she had heard about Circe’s boyfriend, she couldn’t help be a little jealous, though. It wasn’t Ezra—by Merlin, no—but just the idea that Circe had someone and Alis never had. Circe was always the more popular one with he boys. Alis was innocent to a fault, a bit of a prude. Circe had that reputation, at least until Oliver happened last year, but Alis had not shaken her “ice queen†persona. No boys had even tried to get at her. She thought that. Perhaps, she was too assertive, too self-assured, too smart, and too powerful. Even so, it hurt that boys never seemed to notice her.
She thought Ezra wasn’t good enough for Circe, but she wouldn’t go there. Ezra was a man in love with the idea of love. Alis knew his reputation, too. He was always switching girlfriends, always sexually involved with girls, and still flirting with more. Alis worried Ezra would take Circe for a ride and cheat on her. She knew Circe had these same fears, and didn’t know if she ought to try to allay them as a good friend would, or tell her to face the reality and dump him before he hurt her. She didn’t know if that was her wanting to save Circe pain or her being jealous that no guys had expressed interest in her.
Alis smiled as she sat down across from Circe. “You’re doing a reading for me today, yes?†She smiled. She loved divination, despite not being the best at it. It wasn’t necessarily a weakness of hers, but it was certainly not a strength.
“I’m looking forward to what it may say.†She laughed. “I’ve got a lot riding on this year, as you know.†She looked at her carefully. “You doing okay, Circe? You look a bit… hmm, low?â€