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grinning. “There are always a couple of pieces missing, and not enough Monopoly Money to get through a full game.”
    She looked at Burke expectantly. He opened his gift methodically, prying the tape loose from the ends and folding the paper carefully.
    “You got a football ?” Muirin asked in disbelief. “This place has footballs coming out of its … ears.”
    “Yeah, but not like this,” Burke said. “This is the old style, the one they stopped using around 1930. The modern one is more lightweight and streamlined.” He hefted it appreciatively.
    “Okay,” Loch said, in tones that made it clear he didn’t really get it. “But about the rings…?”
    “Okay. Class rings. We all get them at some point in our first year at Oakhurst,” Burke said.
    “Why don’t you wear them, then?” Loch wanted to know.
    “Because they’re dorky,” Muirin said with contempt. “I mean, come on. Class rings? That’s so Fifties!”
    “But—”
    “Come on, Murr-cat,” Addie said decisively. “You guys guard Muir’s sugar-hoard. We’ll be right back.”
    Muirin rolled her eyes, but followed Addie out of the room, while Burke continued. “You don’t have to wear them, except for a couple of times a year—like Alumni Days, when we’re doing the full School Uniform thing, with the blazer and scarf and everything, like we were—”
    “—on the playing fields of Eton,” Loch finished for him, in a broad fake English accent. Burke grinned at him.
    “Some people wear them all the time, some don’t,” Burke continued. “The point about them is that they’re … kind of magic. The stone changes color until it matches your School of Magic.”
    Great. A wizardly mood ring, Spirit thought.
    “It does?” Loch stared at his hand again. “Try yours, Spirit,” he urged.
    Reluctantly, she reopened the box and slipped it on. It felt cold and heavy against her hand—much colder and heavier than she thought it should.
    A few minutes later, Muirin and Addie returned; Muirin thrust her hand under Spirit’s nose and wiggled her fingers. Her ring was identical to Spirit’s, except for the fact that the stone was a pale lemon yellow. It seemed to have faint sparkles caught down in the stone. “School of Air,” she announced.
    “Mine’s green,” Burke said. “Earth, you know? Addie’s is blue, but a deeper blue than—”
    Suddenly, Addie squeaked. She smothered the sound immediately, but thrust her hand at them. “Look!” she whispered, half in excitement, half in alarm.
    Just as Burke had said, the stone in Addie’s ring was a deep translucent sapphire blue instead of the pale opal blue of the stone in Spirit and Loch’s rings. But as Spirit stared down into it, she could see there was an image in it, too. It looked as if it had been engraved on the underside of the stone.
    It was the image of a goblet, just like the one on the Oakhurst coat of arms.
    “Holy Toledo, Addie!” Burke breathed. Spirit had never heard him sound so shocked.
    “I know…” Addie gulped, staring at her hand. “I have a Destiny.”
    “A what?” Spirit was puzzled. Addie’d said it as if the word “destiny” was capitalized. Did that mean you were especially powerful? She could sure believe that of Addie.…
    “Oh hey,” Muirin said, trying not to sound impressed and failing. Out of the corner of her eye, Spirit saw Muirin slip her own ring off and stuff it into her pocket.
    “Is this like a ‘it is your Destiny, Luke,’ thing?” Loch asked.
    “Kind of,” Addie said hesitantly, staring at her hand.
    “I heard a couple of the seniors talking about it a while back,” Burke said. “It’s something Ms. Groves teaches you about in your last year here. You can ask her about it if you like.”
    “No thanks,” Spirit said. “I’ve already had enough extra assignments dumped on me.” Ms. Groves taught the “History of Magic” courses, as well as teaching magic itself. Any time she thought you weren’t interested