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The bell chimed.
“Shit, we’re late. Come on, I’ll show you to your class.” He started walking, and I followed him, tugging my schedule out as we walked. I glanced down at it. My next class was Spellcasting. Room 122.
We stopped in front of a class. Room 122. I frowned. “You memorized my schedule?”
“I have a good memory. You better go. Maybe they’ll go easy on you, first day and all,” he said.
I gave Ben one last glance and my heart flipped and tingles ran up my thighs to my core. For some reason, after everything, I was still drawn to him. Terrified by my body’s response to him, I ducked into the classroom without saying goodbye.
Spellcasting was nothing like Magical Theory.
The room was a huge circle with benches that wrapped around a platform in the middle, like an amphitheater. And like an amphitheater, I was in the center on full display of everyone looking down on the professor in the middle of the room.
The professor was a woman in a tight black dress that hugged her curves. Long dark curls tumbled down her back, past her waist. Completing the look were black stilettos that made me wonder how she was standing. I rarely saw women at parties dressed this well, let alone a teacher. All my high school teachers had worn jeans and tee shirts. This woman was something else.
Her hands were stretched up above her and a dozen glowing lightbulbs floated in the air.
The door closed and a dozen faces turned to me, including the professor. She dropped her hands and the light bulbs fell to the ground. The room echoed with the sound of shattering glass and the scent of burning electricity hung in the air.
“You must be Ms. Winters,” the professor said. Her face was narrow, and she had huge, gorgeous eyes. Her nose and chin were as sharp as her cheekbones. She looked like she’d been airbrushed but this wasn’t a magazine cover. It was real life. Nobody should look like this in real life.
She ran a hand through her hair and I caught sight of her ears. They were pointed. Fucking pointed. Like a Christmas elf. Was she some kind of demon or a shifter I hadn’t met yet? I wished I knew more about this world.
“Have a seat.” She gestured to an empty space on the first row. “If you’re late again, you’ll be sent to confinement.”
“Thank you, sorry,” I said as I walked across the entire stage area toward the empty seat. I could feel the eyes of my classmates boring into me but I didn’t dare look up. Hell of a way to be introduced to the class. At least she didn’t make me stand up and share my favorite television show or something equally cheesy. I hated when teachers did that shit.
Thankfully, the gorgeous professor went right back into teaching. It was like whiplash. Desperately, I looked around for a notebook or something I could write on. They’d been passed out in my last class but there was nothing on my desk. Internally, I cursed myself for not grabbing the backpack sitting in my room.
Trying to make the best of it, I looked back at the Professor and tried to memorize all of her words.
“Remember, all spell casting goes back to our primary four tenants. You keep those with you and you’ll successfully cast your spell and limit the amount of,” she chuckled and gave a knowing nod, “personal damage.”
The rest of the class laughed, clearly in on the joke. I smiled awkwardly, wishing I could curl up in my bed and hide from the world. This was going to be a very long day.
“Psst.”
I glanced over to see one of the twins I’d seen earlier signaling to me. There were a few empty spaces worth of seats on the bench in between us and he stretched his arm toward me. In his hand was a notebook and pen.
Gratefully, I reached out and took the offered supplies. “Thank you,” I whispered.
He winked and flutters filled my chest.
Quickly, I grabbed the notebook and turned back to the teacher. My face felt hot and I squirmed as my body fought to move closer to the attractive mage. Gritting my teeth, I opened the notebook and tried to think about the lecture and not my sex drive.
“Each of us has the possibility of finding untamed magic within us,” she said.
That caught my attention. I straightened and listened, my pen hovering above the paper.
“Untamed magic is the most unstable but most powerful kind of magic. While you’re learning to use your magic, you might find a skill you previously didn’t know you had and it can flare out of control. Learning to recognize shifts and changes in your magic will prevent that from happening. You have to maintain control, explore any new magic as it arrives in calm, controlled steps. That’s where spell casting comes in. You must learn control.”
I was so entrained by her words about harnessing internal magic that I nearly jumped out of my seat when the bell rang. Quickly, I jumped up and walked over to where the twins were to return the notebook, but they were off the bench and out the door so fast, I didn’t even get to ask about how to return it.
“Ms. Winters,” the professor called.
I turned to her. “Yes?”
“You’ll need to make some friends with other mages. You have a lot to learn.”
