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chapters had writing on the pages. The rest were blank. The first chapter was an introduction and the next was on divining, the lesson she had missed. With resignation she settled at the table and began to read the introduction.
    “Yeah, yeah. I know I’m a witch.” She read that this condition ran in families and that, in order to live up to her full potential; she must apply herself to her lessons. She nodded, unconsciously committing to the process. Her untapped potential was on the line. She skimme d the introduction and went on to read the first chapter. She had heard a little of the lesson on divination and understood that it involved some sort of ability to foresee events or to determine something from an object. She thought of the medallion hanging from Alistair’s collar. She should try communicating with him again. He certainly knew more than he was saying.
    When she had read the chapters, she closed the book, feeling that she might know just a tiny bit of what was in store for her. She would be much more confident if Gran was here to guide her. The entire weekend stretched before her and sh e hadn’t a clue how to fill it.
    It was just getting dark when she decided to check her grandmother’s mirror. She felt drawn to it for some reason she couldn’t explain. She intended to turn on a small lamp , but Alistair brushed against her leg. She leane d down to lift him in her arms.
    “Hello, Alistair.” She stroked him and took the medallion between her thumb and fore finger. It warmed at her touch.
    “The candle, my dear. Light the candle.”
    She frowned. “Candle?”
    “The candle that my beloved Lavinia left for you.”
    Mercy turned and noticed for the first time, a fat, purple candle sitting on a saucer on one side of the bureau . She touched its waxy surface and the scent of lilacs released into the air. Inhaling deeply, she visualized a spring day with lilacs blooming in the arbor. She found the matches and lit the wick . A soft glow filled the corner and bathed the mirror with light. She noticed that a layer of dust coated the surface of the glass and felt a pang of remorse for letting grime settle on the mirror that her gran dmother prized.
    She found a dust cloth and swiped it across the mirror. A soft tinkling wafted through the air, like crystal wind chimes, but there was no breeze within the house. She swiped the cloth again and the chimes sounded. Passing the cloth over the ornate mahogany brought a lustrous glow to the frame.
    “That’s so much better.” The voice came from the mirror.
    Tears rushed to Mercy’s eyes when she saw a beloved face materialize behind the glass. “Gran!” she gasped.
    “Don’t cry, my darling. I’m here for you.”
    “No, you’re not,” Mercy cried. “You’re there, wherever there is.” She sniffled. “W h ere ar e you exactly and why are you in side the mirror?”
    “Why, I’m here in Minah.” Gran spread her hands in a wide gesture. “I have ..." She hesitated. "A task to do here before I return, my darling. And I’m caring for an injured brownie so I must make sure he heals properly.”
    “A brownie? You mean like a tiny Girl Scout or the chocolate kind?” Mercy envisioned her grandmother chas ing a big chunk of chocola te with a bite taken out of it.
    Gran’s laugh was reassuring. “No, dear. I mean one of the little people, something bet ween a leprechaun and a fairy.”
    “You say that like they really exist.” M ercy pressed her lips together.
    “Of course they exist, dear. You just have to look for them.”
    “But how can I see something I don’t believe in. I mean, it’s like you’re asking me to believe in things like unicorns and…” She cast about for something equally ridiculous.
    “Like witches?” Gran cocked her head to one side.
    “Oh!” Mercy stared, her mouth agape.
    “It’s al l right, dear. People may or may not believe in us, but we do exist.” Gran placed her palm against the surface separating them .