"I had a bunch of warded places in New Haven," she says, with a roll of her shoulder that tries to be casual despite the pinched paleness of her face. "Guess I'm going ot have to figure it out here." It's not that she doesn't know the rudiments of placing wards; she sort of does. It's that she only knows it in theory because Darlington had always been there to do it back home.

She wonders when she started to think of Yale as home.