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Sadie leads us to an open door on the right side of the hall. We enter a huge room that looks more like a gymnasium than a classroom. Padded mats hang along a back wall and a dozen kettle balls are on the ground below them. Stacks of stools, baskets of elastic bands, and racks of free weights complete the look. In the center of the room, there are five human sized dummies on posts. Some of them look like they’ve seen better days.
In the far corner, there’s a teacher’s desk piled with ancient looking books and a dozen chairs in a lazy semicircle. About half of the chairs are filled with students in matching uniforms. They turn to look at us as we approach.
One of them, a woman who looks about my age, hops out of her seat and walks toward us. Her light brown hair is twisted into a pair of buns on top of her head surrounding what looks like horns. I try not to stare but I can’t help it.
She chuckles as she walks toward us and dips her head when she stops in front of me. “Yes, I have horns.”
“Sorry, I really didn’t mean to stare,” I say.
“I heard you were from the human realm,” she says. “It’s got to be weird for you being here.”
“So weird,” I say, already liking this girl.
“I’m Macy.” She turns and gestures toward the others in the room. “Kyle, Ginny, Carlos, Kia, and Jule.”
I lift my hand and wave. “Hi. I’m Harper.”
“We know,” one of the seated students says.
“So none of you are demons?” I ask, already knowing the answer. Really, what I want to ask iswhat are youbut I’m not sure if that’s okay to ask.
“First semester non-demons,” Sadie says. “There are more of us in the school, but you move up.”
“I’m a faun,” Macy says.
“Vampire,” says one of the guys.
“We’re wolf shifters,” a girl says, pointing to herself and the guy next to her.
“Tiger shifter,” one of the girls says. “She’s a mage.”
“Wow,” I say. “That’s actually really cool.”
Someone laughs.
“She’s a good one,” Sadie says.
“Well, welcome to our little band of misfits,” Macy says.
I walk over to the group and spend a few minutes attaching names to faces. I’m happy to learn that they’re much nicer than the demons I’ve met.
“So what’s this class like?” I ask. “Better than Professor Lee’s class, I hope.”
“This is probably the most important class you’ll have,” Jule, the mage says. “We get to learn how to use our magic. The stuff that’s not taught to us in the demon focused classes.”
“It’s the only chance we have to learn some skills so we can defend ourselves,” Macy says.
“And usually our only chance at making points for the pass,” Carlos says.
“Have any of you gotten your names up there?” I ask.
“I did, once,” Kia says. “But I learned my lesson and I don’t try so hard anymore.”
“What happened?” I ask.
“Alright, I get it, there’s a new student. That doesn’t mean you get lazy,” a clear, strong male voice says.
The air seems to shift around me and everyone straightens and turns toward the teacher’s desk. Apparently, it’s time to start class.
