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A garbled response from Zohar has me smiling because even if the words are undecipherable, the feelings from him are warm and loving.
I get out of bed, and grab my uniform before taking a long shower. It’s not often I’m awake this early before classes, so I’ll take the time to get a good start on the day.
I’ve got two classes before lunch: The History of Everything with Bardo, and Introduction to Spells with Professor Byzatic. The first is one of my favourite classes because Bardo makes everything interesting, the latter not so much. I’m very good at taking in the spells, but I’m terrified to try casting them in class in case it outs me.
It’s hard keeping a secret when you don’t know the full scope of the secret. It’s just a shame that my secret could cost me my life if anyone found it out.
I leave Zohar sleeping in my bed, and head downstairs to join whoever is up. Surprisingly, it’s only Ryes.
“Morning, ZoZo.”
“Morning, Ry. You’re up early,” I say, raising an eyebrow as I take in his appearance.
His hooded, pale blue eyes are focused on the mug in front of him, his dirty blonde hair is rumpled and uncontrolled and I know he’s not run a brush through it before coming down here this morning. His blazer is thrown over the back of his chair, and his shirt has the top two buttons undone, showing off his chest hair.
He looks exhausted, as if he can’t bear to put effort into getting dressed, but the big smile on his face says something different. The wrinkles around his eyes show how often he grins and I can’t help but return it.
I walk closer to him, raising an eyebrow when he still doesn’t reply to me.“I love your hair like this,” he says instead of acknowledging my concern over his early morning. He fingers the loose curls, and nods with a thoughtful expression on his face. His eyes light up, and accompanied with the dopey grin, I don’t think I want to know where his brain has gone.
“Um, thanks.” Cue the embarrassing blush. “Breakfast. Are you hungry?”
“You’re adorable,” he says with a smirk.How can he go through so many different smiles in a matter of minutes?
No… I think the real question should be,how do they all give me butterflies?
“What are you making?” he asks, unaware of my inner plight. “I feel like I’ve not eaten in days.”
I roll my eyes, aware I made dinner for us last night. I think back, trying to remember exactly what I made, but the memory is vague. I know I made dinner, I nearly always do, but I can’t grasp the specifics.
“Hm, that’s strange,” Ryes says, hearing my concerns from my mind. His brows furrow as he tilts his head adorably. “I can’t remember either. Pizza maybe?”
I shrug, and nod. That sounds about right. I wave the weird moment off, and smile. “I’ll make you a bagel whilst I get started on some omelettes. I’ve got a high-energy day, so I need the calories.”
“What you got?” he asks, blowing the crumbs from his cake off the counter with his magicae.
“Um, Bardo, spells, etiquette, and then some fire with Mael,” I reply.
“I’ve missed our sessions,” he says with a pout.
“Didn’t we do yours last night?” I ask, confused. “I came home… and then…”
“No, we definitely did,” he says, but he sounds as confused as me. My brain is muddy, almost like I know what Ishouldhave done, but it’s not what I actually did do.
It’s jarring, especially since Ryes is just as befuddled.
“Morning,” Eirik says, smiling at us as he comes into the room. He’s wearing his uniform, the navy blue looking good against his tanned skin. The familiar latin phrase is etched into the blazer with the school’s logo just above it.
His dark brown hair, almost black in colour depending on the lighting, seems to have recently been cut.When did he do that?
It’s still longer on the top than the sides, but it had been growing in length recently. Well, clearly not anymore.
“Yesterday,” Eirik says, answering my silent thoughts. He seamlessly falls into place with me, cutting up the veggies that I then add to my whisked eggs.
“Where’s your prick of a brother?” Ryes asks, stirring his tea with his magicae.
“Over at the light dorms,” Eirik replies. “He’s got things happening today.”
“Good fucking riddance,” Ryes says, and I roll my eyes. “Come on, ZoZo, you know he’s the worst.”
