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"I'd be a lot better if bitches like you didn't stick your noses in where they shouldn't," I shot back.
She laughs, the note of victory in her voice. If she thinks she's really won, she has another thing coming.
"I think you'll find the problem is people like you dating people like my brother."
"Step-brother," I correct, knowing Caspian would appreciate that even if he's not here to actually hear it.
"The point still stands. My family is too good for the likes of you."
Anger flares within me and I whip out my wand and point it at her.
"You expect me to be scared?" she taunts, though I can see from her eyes that she is a little bit. "You can't even do magic properly."
"And you really think conjuring a kitten isn't worth seeing your face covered in hives?" I don't like the darkness coming out in me, but she's pushed me to the limit.
"Don't make an enemy out of me," she warns.
A bitter laugh escapes me. "Seriously? You're going to try using that threat? I already made an enemy out of you. At least I now know why." I pull back and pocket my wand. Maybe I should be more careful turning my back to her, but I don't think she's going to try anything right now. Despite everything, she is a little scared of me. While I might not want to make kittens every time I do magic, even I know that conjuring a living thing takes a lot of power.
And that can only mean one thing.
I have a lot of power. Magic that I can access, so long as I work out how.
Chapter Fourteen
As much as I try not to, I can't help myself from stealing glances at Thomas. He isn't normally in the class I take with Miss Feathertop, but today he is. Does that mean he's here because of me? Or am I just looking into this far more than I should do?
Daphne flicks me a note, and I unfold it hastily. Miss Feathertop is notoriously strict when it comes to talking in class and we don't dare communicate even in a whisper.
Is that your teacher?
Yes, I scribble back.
Nice, I see why you wanted to become acquainted with his desk. Even in writing, I can hear her suggestive tone.
"Daphne," I scold quietly.
She just laughs silently, trying
not to give in to the urge I've no doubt is filling her completely.
I roll my eyes. She really is incorrigible. Anyone would make the mistake of thinking she wasn't trying to set me up with her brother.
"Want to go to the library after this?" she whispers.
I shake my head. I've not been back since my run-in with the ever so charming Ivy. I don't dare to, I'm sure that's where Caspian's spending his time in the hope I'll come back and have forgiven him already.
"Now, to recap last week, who knows the difference between a goblin and an imp?" Miss Feathertop asks loudly, looking at us as if she knows we've just been talking instead of paying attention to her lecture.
Despite that, Daphne's hand flies up into the air.
"Yes, Miss Chambers?"
She lets her arm drop. "An imp is more likely to get into general mischief, whereas a goblin will probably try to cut you up and make you into their Sunday roast dinner," Daphne says.
There are groans from around the room, and I know why. For some reason, Miss Feathertop seems to dislike Daphne, especially when she knows the answer to a question. If you ask me, it's completely illogical. Why wouldn't a teacher like someone who does the work and reads ahead?
"Correct. Though not quite how I would have put it," Miss Feathertop responds.
