The combat class was different then they had all expected. Instead of coach Winters there was a substitute there. “Today i have been left with materials to distribute. We will also go over a few videos of the moves outlined in your materials.”

“Is coach Winters sick?’ Jane was the one to ask this question. She was worried that they would not see her for some time.

“Oh, no she just had a tournament to attend to. I am sure she will be back next class to teach you all.” The substitute didn’t waste any time and move on to the first video showing the safe way to punch without harming the wrists.

‘Tournament huh?’ Asher was thinking about it and thought that it would make sense that their combat teacher would participate in martial arts as well. She would need to be well versed in it so that she taught it properly.

“Do you think coach Winters will take it out on us if she loses?” Art had just uttered a truly terrifying sentence.

“Let’s pray that she does win and we don’t even need to see the day that she loses.” Asher and Art closed their eyes and sent off positive wishes to the world for coach Winters to win whatever tournament she was in.

“I can’t wait for coach Winters to get back and tell us all about it. Do you think she will have some videos of her fights so she can teach us with them?” Jane was more excited to see their teacher in action than anyone else.

After the class had gossiped about coach Winters and her possible career in martial arts they started to read through the material and realize how important some of it was. ‘So if I kick with my leg at that angle I could damage my tendons or dislocate it….’ Asher was reading and absorbing it all. Since they had started this combat class he had expected that they would be doing much more hands on activities every day, however having this day to look at diagrams was really helping how he thought of his attacking strength. Many mistakes he had been making were plain to see in the diagrams here along with plenty of ways to fix them.

Even Art was silent but for the moments where he would react to the new things he wanted to try. Before they could even fully get through the first half of the materials the bell had rung and sent them off to their philosophy course.

There was not much that was going to happen since today was a lecture day. Most of the students took notes or just stared off in to space. Asher wanted to nap since he could feel his early morning starting to catch up. But Jane was right there bumping his elbow every time he started to nod off, she was a lifesaver since right before the class was going to end Mr.Richards called for their homework to be handed in. if he had been asleep he would have missed it.

This was the case for some students who were not paying attention and missed the call. ‘Off, they are not going to be happy when they realized they just missed that grade.’ Asher silently wished for them to realize this but none did. They were just unlucky to fall into their distraction there in class.

Before the bell rang and sent them off to the final class of the day Mr. Richards assigned them even more homework to do so that they could reflect on the lecture. “Jane you’re the best.” He needed to make sure he thanked her since she was the reason he had taken his notes and not fallen asleep the entire class period.

When he got near the classroom 777 he could already smell the incense. The same reprimanding tone from Lin could easily be heard in the hallways. ‘This is going to be an everyday occurrence, I wonder if Lin gets tired of it. ‘ Asher was thinking this while opening the door and seeing the scene he had already witnessed before. Lin was trying to get the incense smoke out of the window while madam Weaver just sat with her eyes close relaxing.

“Hello hello!” He greeted them as he closed the door behind himself.

“Hello child. Today your aura seems rather bright. Having a good day?” Madam Weaver saw his good mood instantly.

“Well we have our start to cooking classes today and even though I lost my perfect cookie my friend gave me some of his. They are right out of a magazine I swear.” Asher pulled the last of his bag of cookies out and handed one to Madame Weaver and to Lin.

“These are so perfectly round. Do you know what formula he used to bake them?” Lin was thinking about what she would have to do to make cookies so picture perfect.

“Well my friend Art said that he used to cook with his grandmother and she taught him how to make them like this.” He said this as he shoved the last cookie in to his mouth.

“I see. So it is a family technique passed down. Do you think you could ask him to show me or write it down?” Lin was much more interested in this than Asher had expected.

“Well yea sure. I think it would be easier to see though. Art is a little…slow when it comes to homework and descriptions.” Asher felt bad saying this but remembering how bad Art was at doing any form of home work he could not say it was a lie.

“Then you will introduce me so I can learn this. I know it may sound strange but I am not that good at cooking. For some reason everything I make comes out oddly shaped.”

“You once made me lunch and the pasta noodles you used had become rings even though you said they were straight when you put them in.” Madame Weave showed a sneaky smile as she recalled the last time that Lin had been nice and brought lunch to her.

“And that is why I no longer bring food to share.” Lin looked away in a huff as she ate the cookie. “Wow it really is perfect…” She couldn’t help but to say this out loud.

“Yes, your friend really out did themselves. I hope that the aura connecting him and Lin becomes very strong.” Madam Weaver munched on her cookie as well, very impressed by this.

‘Aura connecting me to Asher’s friend?’ Lin wanted to ask out loud what this meant but she had a full mouth and she did not want to be rude and speak with it. By the time she had finished what she was chewing madam Weaver had already stood up and went to a cabinet.

“Have you ever used tarot cards before? I have some here if you would like to take them home and learn about them?” Asher was curious to what they were since he had never heard of them.

“No never in my life. Are they something that can tell me about my power?” He thought that there was a reason this was being presented to him.

“Well no one knows what could be a teacher to them when it comes to powers. But I would say these are for basic fortune telling. I had Lin try them out too but all I received was a paper on the mathematical probability of drawing certain cards. So I am going to see what you can make of it.” She handed him an aged looking box which held a deck of cards. All of them had different symbols and names making him even more curious.

“Here I have instructions. I printed them out when I was given the same deck before. It’s always good to be prepared.” Lin handed him a few papers on how to tell his own fortune with the tarot cards.

‘Wow, and she held on to this for so long?’ Asher was not sure if he was impressed or weirded out by the fact that Lin had been just carrying around the instructions for this.

“Don’t look at me like that. I carry around everything I need for my classes. It’s to be expected that I may need to remember how to tell a fortune even if it is just a probability game.” She returned the look Asher was giving her.

“Dear, I hope that you can find a way to see aura one day. You will understand that it is not math that chooses the card but the cards that choose you.” madam Weaver looked deadly serious about this.

“I think I have heard that somewhere before…like in a television show maybe? Some things about cards being in my heart…” Asher couldn’t place where he had heard it before so ended up giving up. The rest of the class passed by easily since they really just spoke on what kind of aura the two had that day and the events that Lin believed caused this. Before he knew it Asher was packing up and heading out to find Art and Jane for the walk home.