The Shapeshifter's Fate by Chris Africa

Author:Chris Africa [Africa, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Parola Scritta
Published: 2019-10-26T22:00:00+00:00

24: Andrev

"That's not possible. I feel nothing." Andrev mentally searched his body for any sign of magic.

"Well, of course, you feel nothing. I haven't taught you that part yet! Here..." Granny poked his neck with a dirty finger above the collarbone. "Do you feel the muscle in there?"

Andrev shook his head. But without muscles there, his head would flop around, right? He looked down at his body, trying to figure out how to feel magic. "Am I doing it now?"

Granny bustled around, shoving books into shelves. "Yes, you're doing it now. And now you're not. Like I said before, flickering. Off and on, not steady. Like your attention to my spring cleaning needs."

Andrev scowled and grumbled but hoisted his bag of books. On or off, he couldn't detect his own suppression magic.

"What organization method are you using?" He examined the volumes she had shelved.

Granny stared at him like he was crazy. "I put. Them on. The shelves. See? Not in a bag. What do you do with your books—stack them in the garden?"

So, no organization then. He might have to change that. "I alphabetize them by author and title."

"That seems excessive, don't you think?"

"I always find what I need when I need it."

"So do I. Ask me to find any book in this whole place. Name a book." She crossed her arms.

"Jebbita Sprach."

Granny looked to the first shelf on the right, scanning every title as she searched. After several minutes, she dug through her bag. Andrev rolled his eyes.

"Is that how you always find your books? You understand you're proving my point. If you had alphabetized these, you would have looked under A for Allseer."

"I'm looking in B for 'bag.' And here it is! I found it!" She pulled the book out with a flourish and set it on the table.

"Just consider how much time you would save if these were in order."

Granny put her hands on her hips and faced him. "Look how much time I would spend to keep them in order."

"But—"

"Spring cleaning time!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, wielding her broom. "Get to work! Get to work!"

Andrev felt smug knowing Granny had used her authority to end an argument he was winning even if it was unfair. Winning arguments always cheered him, and he launched into cleaning and organizing with speed and efficiency. He realized he was good at this and it satisfied him.

"Is that your stomach I hear, growling around in there like a wild animal? I'll make porridge."

Andrev groaned. "Please, not porridge again."

"What's wrong with porridge?"

"It's like something you feed old horses who can't chew." Even they would appreciate variety, he mused.

Granny frowned and stirred. "You also feed it to growing boys when they're hungry and there's nothing else to eat. So stop complaining and appreciate what I'm serving. And while you eat, consider your attitude. It has everything to do with your magic."

"What?"

"I said to consider your attitude. Don't talk about it." Granny thrust a bowl of mush into his hands. "No promises, but there might be berries in my book bag.

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