"Works better?"

Yeah. Her hands don't work right but if she uses magic things she can do stuff anyway.

"Oh. Why didn't you put on hands that work right instead when you got magic?" Winnie is drawing a parrot; she sketches in feathers.

She tried that, actually. It doesn't work for her thing. She's pretty lucky that she got magic that does.

"Okay." Draw draw draw.

Draw draw. (Surreptitious teacher- and classmate-watching.)

Everybody's drawing except those two kids who are talking to each other in whispers instead. The art teacher meanders over to them, looms behind them while they fail to notice her, and then leans over between them, an arm around each one. "Whatcha talking about, girls?" she says.

This is startling and mortifying but not apparently frightening; one squeaks, "Overwatch."

"Draw your Overwatches," says the art teacher, "don't gab about them." She taps their scratch papers and sweeps off.

She bounces this to Julie with an observation that that would go really badly if it was done to her, and keeps drawing.

Julie, being outside the room, doesn't respond.

Eventually art class ends and they are all supposed to write their names on their scratch papers and turn them in.

She will follow along with this.

"It was lovely to have you, Dusk," says the teacher, "hope to see you in class for good soon!"

"I can warn the next teacher," Julie tells her when she and Winnie emerge.

"Warn the next teacher what?" Winnie asks.

It will be really bad if a teacher startles her like the art teacher did with those two girls. So, yes please, Julie.

"Do you have that thing soldiers get?" says Winnie. "Were you a child soldier or something?"

"Personal questions much?" Julie asks, following Winnie to her next class alongside the guidance counselor. Winnie's next class is geography. Julie steps in and murmurs to the teacher.

She doesn't know about soldiers but where she was before messed her up pretty bad, yeah. She doesn't really want to talk about it though.

"Okay," says Winnie. Today in geography they're talking about Scandinavia.

She knows nothing whatsoever about Scandinavia but it's easy enough to sit quietly and listen.

There is a quiz at the end of the class on what the teacher covered; it's optional for Dusk, does she want one?

- if it's blank later when the teacher looks at it that's because her magic maybe doesn't work with real paper. But yeah, she'll take one.

He gives her one. It's multiple choice and some of the choices are jokes.

The jokes are weird but not bad, only a little jarring. She's quick filling it out.

Now they're supposed to trade with a neighbor and grade each other's quizzes while he puts the answers up on the projector screen.

She can do that, probably? Yeah, she can do that.

Winnie trades with her.

Okay.

(She got one wrong, where it was confusingly worded, but that's all.)

Winnie missed two. She hands Dusk's back with 11/12 written on the top and the one wrong question circled around the number. They pass the quizzes forward.

And their homework will be to draw and color all these features in on their atlas workbooks. Dismissed.