if i got three wishes, first i'd find out all about how wishes work

[self_composed]

Bella brings two blank notebooks to school the next day. Her old one is safely computerized and boxed up with its predecessors.

At lunch, she sits with Angela; Jessica and Eric and Lauren sit at the same table but mostly talk to each other, and Mike is nowhere to be seen.

Bella is just about on time to gym, thanks to an overnight icing that means she has to pick her way with extreme care across the slippery grass or the slick sidewalks. The second time she falls down, she gives up on attempting any dignity at all, and, cradling her thwacked elbow, scoots the rest of the way to the gym on her rear. This leaves her with damp jeans but no further injuries, and they were a little damp anyway from the falls.

She doesn't have time to do more than smile and wave at Alice on her way to get her mat and get out of the way of careening balls. She spends the class doing the subset of her safe activities that won't stress her elbow.

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"Don't let me stop you," Mrs. Hammond says serenely, and sails away up the stairs.

Alice watches her go, shaking his head.

"I have known her my whole life and I still have no idea what it's like in there," he says. "So, basement or book?"

[self_composed]

"Book first," Bella says.

[edgeofyourseat]

"Sure thing," he says, and leads her up the stairs.

Mrs. Hammond is nowhere in sight; Alice leads Bella past the farthest room they explored on their previous tour—just past it, in fact, to the very next door.

In Alice's room, the remains of the ex-fireplace are visible as an actual brick chimney set in one wall—a peculiarly wide one. The floor is almost invisible beneath a snowdrift of discarded clothing; he looks at the mess, looks at Bella, and then says, "I'll get the book, one sec."

[self_composed]

Bella follows him in, looking at the decor more than the mess on the floor.

This proves to a mistake.

She pitches to her right, feet tangled in a pair of jeans, and braces herself to hit the bricks -

Which she goes right through.

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...

That is not what Alice expected to happen!

He puts his hand against the chimney, which is entirely solid and does not at all appear to have just swallowed a teenager whole.

[self_composed]

Bella's screaming her head off, but whatever let her through the chimney doesn't admit sound; she hears echos.

She lands.

With a crunch.

She screams some more.

[edgeofyourseat]

After exhaustive groping and a few kicks reveal that the chimney is impermeable to Alice, however permeable it was to Bella, he goes around to the other side and hits the wall a few times just to be thorough.

Then he goes downstairs, to the living room that used to have a fireplace in it, and starts going over that wall.

[self_composed]

Bella has broken bones before. She is very sure that this has happened again. She breathes. And breathes. And calms the fuck down. She has to figure out what's going on.

Why can she see? She's in a closet-sized room at the bottom of an enclosed pit; where is all this light coming from? It's like the air in here glows.

Her foot - on the bad leg - is wedged against a book, tied closed with a twist of hemp string or something that's strung with a hexagon-shaped bead.

That's the only thing in the room.

She leans - very carefully, wincing horribly - and picks up the book.

[edgeofyourseat]

Nope. Nope nope nope and nope with a side order of nope.

What the fuck.

Technically, if he tells his mother, they could have this whole house methodically torn down to find out where the fuck Bella went. But he's not sure that would help, and he is sure that it would take a long time and lead to pretty much every kind of attention his father doesn't want.

Hell, he could see his dad just having Bella's car quietly disposed of, if he thought he could avoid getting heat over it that way.

If that happens, Alice decides, then fuck it, he's going to her dad. With the whole fucking story, if necessary.

Before that, though... well, hell. Maybe there really is a secret passage. In which case, there's one more floor of the house this chimney goes to, although as he recalls they wrapped it in a pillar.

He heads down to the basement.

[self_composed]

Bella can read pretty fast. And she's pretty familiar with classic literature, so she's not that slowed down by the old-timey language. The handwriting's good, anyway, though it has those silly S's that look like F's. Yes, complain to yourself about the font, Bella, that's better than focusing on your leg, which really fucking hurts.

"My deareʃt Deʃcendant." Descendant, not defendant, presumably. "I, Elias Frobiʃher, bequeath to thee this Book and the Fourth-Coin encircling ʃaid Book." Why was a hexagon called a fourth-coin? "Merely hold the Coin and make a Wiʃh, enviʃioning the Wiʃh focuʃed through the Coin. It will provide thee with the magickal Powers I myʃelf invoke, and describe herein, Powers of many Kinds including thoʃe of Conjuration, Healing -"

This is obvious crap, but it's a cheap test.

Bella touches the coin.

And she makes a wish.

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Alice doesn't have the head for spatial relations necessary to figure out which pillar.

So he just goes through all of them, methodically, starting at the stairs. No signs of secret passages, no places he can put his hand through. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

[self_composed]

The coin disappears.

It fucking disappears.

Bella returns her attention to the book. This is officially much, much more interesting than her broken leg.

"- Attack and Defenʃe, and other Uʃes. Theʃe Powers are marvelous and I value them and wiʃh them paʃʃed on to future Perʃons who may come to underʃtand them. However the Powers come with a Cost, borne in Pain."

Uh-huh...

"For the Firʃt-Coin, the least prick of a Pin will ʃuffice, yet for greater Coins greater Pains are required. Only Pain and not laʃting Injury is needed and so Gains may yet be made in the relief of ʃickneʃʃes and Wounds."

Bella turns the page.

"Make a Coin by producing in thyʃelf a Pain, and then moving thine Pain through thy Mind from Left to Right. Thine Coin will appear, in whatever sort correʃponds to the uʃed Pain."

Bella is absolutely certain that this would have made no sense a minute ago.

But now - it does.

She moves her leg, abruptly, sharply, and she moves that pain through her mind. Left to right.

And she's holding a pentagon with a hole in the middle of it, and it glows a soft red.

Damn.

[edgeofyourseat]

Pillars that are clearly not big enough to hold an entire person, he skips. At first.

Then he recalls that Bella fell through a brick fucking wall.

It still wouldn't make that much sense for the pillar at the bottom of the chimney to be any smaller than the chimney, but fuck it. He goes back and starts checking the rest.

[self_composed]

Bella tries to kick the wall, to get another coin. This hurts - enough to net her another pentagon, clinking together next to the first - but only because she moved her leg. As far as her leg is concerned, there is no wall to kick, and her foot is sticking out through it.

She's going to have to read the rest of this book.

In the meantime, she is very done with her leg being broken.

She makes a wish, stands up, and - hands held out in front of her - walks out of the room, book under one arm and remaining pentagon clutched tight in her hand.

[edgeofyourseat]

"...so," says Alice, "this walking through walls thing. Is that new?"

[self_composed]

"Ayep," says Bella.

She blinks, and looks at her book, and at her bead.

"I have magic powers now."

[edgeofyourseat]

He tries to come up with a response to this.

He settles, after a moment, on: "What the hell?"

[self_composed]

"I'm at least as surprised as you are." She half-turns, and puts her arm back through the wall of the pillar. It goes like the pillar's not even there. She puts her weight on the leg that was formerly broken, and finds it just as fine as it was before she fell. "They're kind of fucked-up magic powers, though."

[edgeofyourseat]

"...Fucked up like how?"

[self_composed]

"You're going to love this," Bella realizes. "I can make coins that I can then use to grant myself wishes, of various sizes. The coins are made out of pain. I broke my leg falling down and fixed it with itself."

[edgeofyourseat]

"...Yep, you're right, I love it," he says, grinning a little. "Except that if anybody's gonna have those magic powers it should clearly be me. I get hurt more than you do and I like it."

[self_composed]

"I'm not actually sure if you can have the powers," Bella says, putting the pentagon in her pocket for the time being and looking at the book. "This is dedicated to someone named Elias Frobisher's 'descendant'. Might also be why I can go through the pillar and the chimney and you couldn't. I need to read the rest of it."

[edgeofyourseat]

"You'll probably use 'em better than I would, anyway," he muses.

[self_composed]

"Probably, yes," Bella says unapologetically. She picks a different pillar - one that is not insubstantial to her - to sit against, and she opens the book back up.

[edgeofyourseat]

Just to satisfy his curiosity, Alice puts his hand against the pillar (it was one of the big ones, after all) where she walked through it.

Nope.

Shrugging, he sits down against it.

"Wanna tell me what it says?"