For two nights, Bailey didn't sleep.

She bent over backwards trying to mend the robe that had been destroyed in the class fire.

On the night before the Dean's birthday celebration, she laid the Robe across her bed, and sat beside it, saying her incantations as she stitched and re-stitched the remaining parts of the robe that needed saving.

Sweat dripped down her temple, and every time she punctured the needle into the wrong hole, a chill ran down her spine.

"Come on. Come on." she ...