Page 26 of Summoned By Magic


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He covered his look of surprise quickly and nodded. “Very well.”

I handed the note to him, and he scanned it quickly before turning to his computer. “This will add to your workload, but with Mrs. Hedgings offering to tutor you, I have every confidence you can manage.”

His words held a hint of challenge.

“I will. Hannah offered to put together a study group as well. We met two shifters on the way to the dorms that also volunteered to help.”

He glanced at me. “Good.”

I pursed my lips to keep from smiling. He wasn’t one to give praise easily, but I could tell he was impressed. I accepted the compliment, even though I wasn’t really responsible for the idea. Hannah was the orchestrator.

“And do you have your signed acceptance of the school rules?” He held out his hand, and I pulled the last page from my folder and passed it over.

He checked my signature and sat it down next to the note before focusing back on the screen. “We split the schedule between traditional non-supernatural classes and those specific to your abilities, so those who prefer to go to an outside university are able and all of our students are prepared to blend into non-supernatural society.”

Normal classes? I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or let down. At least there would be times when I didn’t feel so out of place, but I was here to learn to control magic, not study algebra.

“Okay,” I said to fill the silence.

“I’ve gone ahead and reviewed your transcripts and assigned you to the appropriate classes. You fulfilled your previous school’s language requirements with your Spanish classes. The only language we offer here is Latin. It might be helpful in your studies, especially spell casting. Would you like to take it?”

Latin? They taught the dead language?

“Will that count as a normal class or a witch class?”

His lip twitched at my word choice. “A normal class.”

I didn’t know what to do. It sounded like a good idea, but keeping up with my workload was going to be a struggle as it was.

“You can also take it next semester,” he offered.

I smiled. “That sounds good. It would give me time to adjust before taking on another challenge.”

“I’ll make a note of that.” He clicked around, and a minute later the hiss of a printer started from behind him. He spun in his chair, grabbed the paper, and turned back to face me. “On Mondays, you will attend all classes. Tuesdays and Thursdays, you have double periods, and you will attend only your first three classes. Wednesday and Fridays, you will attend your last three.”

He used a pen to point them out on the paper.

History IV, Math IV, Science IV, Literature IV-W, Advanced Water, Advanced Earth.

“There are only two witch classes.” I gazed up at him, wondering if he made a mistake.

He tapped on literature. “This is the witches’ section. It emphasizes the classics, as well as spells, and the power of words.”

That seemed a hundred times more interesting than what I imagined. “Okay.”

He watched me for a moment before sliding the pen back to the beginning. “You’ll cover not only non-supernatural history but also the supernatural history that parallels the events you’re more familiar with. In math, there’s an emphasis on measurements and conversions that you’ll be using in potion and spell making. Science IV is a mix of chemistry, or potion-making, and physics that will help you master portaling and object manipulation.”

My mouth nearly dropped open. So, all of my normal classes were really witch classes, just under disguise. This was going to be so much better than normal school.

“If you fall behind, remember to reach out to me, and I will set up tutors for you.”

“Thank you.” I took the schedule and read it over once again, paying attention to the class locations. I’d be rotating around between four buildings. Hopefully, they were close. I wasn’t sure where history or literature would be.

Mr. Haddon stood. “It’s nearly time for the assembly. I can show you the way if you’d like.”

I got up and wrapped my hands around my folder. “Yes, thanks.”

We walked down the hall together, and Ms. Personality narrowed her eyes at us as we passed. What was her problem?

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