the smuggler’s bible

Dulce

They lock eyes across the courtyard just as Dulce is coming out of the old potions classroom. The new girl is stepping down off of one of the moving staircases with an armful of books. She smiles, then wobbles slightly. Dulce is at her side in an instant, steadying her with a hand on her elbow.

“If I guess your major, you have to let me buy you coffee.”

“Wait, I don’t—”

“Acupuncture?  Alchemy? Anthroposophy?” Dulce begins ticking off fingers. “Banishing? Bibliosophy? Conjuration? Divination? Enchanting? Numerology?” A deep breath. “Uhm, scrying?”

“That’s it!”

“Oh, boy,” Dulce says, smiling. “Right again.”