Deep in concentration, Jolie pushed the hair from her eyes. Her brow furrowed. Blow up already! Beau laughed at her.
“Looks like you need more control.” His laughter stopped as his hair caught fire. “Jo! Okay, stop it!” This time, it was Jolie that laughed at her older brother. Her smile faded when the sun was blocked by a dark purple cloud.
“Beau.” Jolie’s eyes met his. Beau nodded once and followed her inside.
The other students were huddled in the corner. Their whispers flooded the halls as if they were an ominous omen to the strange weather. “Calm yourselves, children. Alexa is simply passing through. And, if she does happen to stop in, we must all keep our heads.” Monsieur Laurent said from the staircase. “Now, who’d like some soup?”