Jackson had asked Corbie why she couldn't teach herself, and it was a fair question. After all in any area of study you eventually had to take over your own growth and push yourself to new heights of mastery. Corbie had been trying her best, but the truth of the matter was that there was so much she knew she didn't know. And if nothing else, she needed people looking out for her if and when she fucked up until she learned how to clean up her own messes.

It was enough that she wanted to learn magic despite the fact that she could practically hear Gran's protests. If she didn't do it responsibly, she'd never forgive herself for it. "I miss books," she agreed. "I did bring two through with me, though."