Jon's mind was a buzz of activity now, but none of it very directed. She pulled out a piece of paper and grabbed her pencil - she rarely actually wrote anything down, but she'd found it helped her concentrate - and started trying to puzzle out what all was meant by what Brittany had told her.
She was trying not to leap straight from skepticism to unquestioning belief, but Brittany's knowledge - or, uh, prophecy, or whatever it was - of the stone was pretty compelling evidence. A simple mention of a magic stone was one thing, but that she also knew it could lead to other worlds...
So. Assuming that Brittany was right about other things...what? There would be at least three other magic somethings out there. Jon wondered if those were the only sources of magic, or merely the ones that had occured to the Briton girl in her trance. There might be other stuff, though...the stone, for certain, had existed before the world was at all changed, which meant that at least some magic had to have existed in the old world, right? So if that, then who was to say that other magic artifacts weren't real things?
Jon felt a little shiver go up her spine at that thought, and memories of the stories her grandpa used to tell her came crashing back in one great nostalgic wave. She couldly hardly focus on anything for a minute or two.
In any case, it seemed reasonable to believe that there were at least the four. The stone she knew, but where and what exactly the other three might be...that was the question. A torch, a chalice, and...someone's breath?
Hmm. Jon wondered if the "breath" might not be Brittany's song-thing. But...if that were the case, how would it "open doors to other worlds?" Jon looked at her new acquaintance, sitting at her desk, looking a little tired. Wasn't Brittany herself something from another world? Or perhaps a fusion between the two?
She spoke (admittedly old-fashioned) English, but also Latin and (Jon guessed) whatever it was they were speaking in Britain at the time of...well, whatever time she was of. She wore clothes so old they predated the late-1800s stuff that people thought of as "old-fashioned" now and passed into just plain "ancient," yet the manufacture was as good as or better than anything the other students wore (though it certainly didn't look machine-made.) Even her mannerisms and body language looked to Jon like what she thought someone from ancient Europe, on the far reaches of the Romans' influence, might display, yet she remembered herself from before her change and seemed (in the classroom, at least) to function perfectly fine in the modern world. Brittany was nothing less than a living anachronism.
Then again, maybe that was just Brittany. After all, if these four things were supposed to be some kind of set, how could one of them post-date a secondary effect of the most recent big wish on another? And Brittany's power was more a window than a door, anyway, not that Jon was dismissive of it.
Jon wondered about all this. She briefly considered asking Brittany what she knew about the other artifacts, but she didn't want her to get any more suspicious - and besides, she was tired. Jon didn't want to push her, or to give the impression that she was only interested in her for magic.
On the other side of the classroom, David was eying the devil-girl with a mixture of curiousity and annoyance. Adora (was that really her name!?) had been...well, awfully forward about a whole bunch of things...but she hadn't really seemed hostile, curiously enough.
It was difficult for the angel-girl to describe it exactly to herself, but she thought the comparison to a cat was a good one. Not a cat playing with its prey, though - more a cat playing with another cat, making a lively dance out of chasing and circling and taking swipes at one another, pouncing without warning.
"Without warning" was certainly apt. David had anticipated nothing at all like the strange dance of observation and insinuation that Adora had drawn her into, and she had been utterly unprepared for it. She would be less shocked if it happened again, but would she be any better at responding? She didn't know.
