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Probationer,” said Camilla as she walked off. “Almost as much as you’ll regret hanging out with those two.”
The whole time Camilla had been standing there insulting me and my friends, I hadn’t said I word. I’d always been shy, reluctant to stand up for myself, but I’d never just sat there and taken it before.
“What did she mean about your daddy?” asked Lisabelle, putting her tray down at our table without being invited.
“Nothing,” said Sip fiercely. She suddenly grabbed up her tray and stomped away.
“For someone so tiny she’s definitely got a temper,” said Lisabelle. She was grinning.
“I should go after her,” I said. “I won’t know where I’m going otherwise.”
“We have all the same classes in the first half of the day,” said Lisabelle. “I’ll walk with you.” We finished our breakfast in silence. I didn’t dare ask Lisabelle any questions, and she was shoveling food into her mouth without bothering to make small talk.
Once we were finished we headed out of the dining hall. Sip suddenly appeared at my side, her face doing a good impression of a thundercloud. “Sorry,” she muttered, falling into step next to me.
As the three of us headed to the start of classes, Lisabelle explained how the day would go. Sip, mostly quiet, would throw comments in here and there.
“The first half of the day you have classes just with other Airlee students. Most of them are going to be Starters, but some won’t be. The classes will be about fallen angels, mages, darkness, dream givers, et cetera . You will be taught as whatever paranormal you are…which means I have no idea what they are going to do with you,” she said to me with a grin.
I rolled my eyes. Sip said, “She’s going to be fine. Her mother was a mage so they will probably just put her with the mages.”
“What about the second half of the day?” I asked.
“For second half classes we mix with other dorms. Again, it depends on what paranormal you are…so who knows what they will do with you,” she said, again reminding me that I wasn’t officially a student yet.
I came to a dead halt. Camilla Bitchy Whatever Her Name Was might be able to talk down to me, but not someone I was starting to be friends with. “I’m going to stay here,” I said stubbornly. “I am going to prove them wrong!”
Lisabelle watched me for a moment, and then said, “Good.” And kept walking ahead.
The morning went about as I had expected. Only one teacher, a Professor Anania , looked frustrated when she saw that I had no paranormal specialty. She had dusty brown hair and a very long nose.
“Well, what am I to do with you?” she asked in A History of Your Paranormal Type. “ The class is about studying your own type’s history. You are supposed to develop a better understanding of how your type got to be where it is today, which will help you have a better grasp of your magic. If you do not know what paranormal you are, how are you to better understand? For all I know you are a darkness mage.”
There was a surprised gasp from everyone in the room, and Professor Anania, realizing that she had overstepped, backed away from that accusation. “I’m simply saying that I do not know what to do with a student who does not know her own magical history,” she said. Then she glared at me like this should be obvious, like it was somehow my fault that the President was keeping me around despite that fact that no one went to Public who wasn’t a paranormal.
“I don’t know what you are supposed to do with me,” I told her honestly. “I thought figuring that out was your job.”
“It shouldn’t be that complicated,” said another of the students. Probably Lisabelle.
Professor Anania pursed her lips. “It is a big deal. I am the professor and you are the students and if I say it’s crucial then I will thank you not to argue with me.”
“My mother was a mage,” I said, trying to be helpful. “You could put with me
The whole time Camilla had been standing there insulting me and my friends, I hadn’t said I word. I’d always been shy, reluctant to stand up for myself, but I’d never just sat there and taken it before.
“What did she mean about your daddy?” asked Lisabelle, putting her tray down at our table without being invited.
“Nothing,” said Sip fiercely. She suddenly grabbed up her tray and stomped away.
“For someone so tiny she’s definitely got a temper,” said Lisabelle. She was grinning.
“I should go after her,” I said. “I won’t know where I’m going otherwise.”
“We have all the same classes in the first half of the day,” said Lisabelle. “I’ll walk with you.” We finished our breakfast in silence. I didn’t dare ask Lisabelle any questions, and she was shoveling food into her mouth without bothering to make small talk.
Once we were finished we headed out of the dining hall. Sip suddenly appeared at my side, her face doing a good impression of a thundercloud. “Sorry,” she muttered, falling into step next to me.
As the three of us headed to the start of classes, Lisabelle explained how the day would go. Sip, mostly quiet, would throw comments in here and there.
“The first half of the day you have classes just with other Airlee students. Most of them are going to be Starters, but some won’t be. The classes will be about fallen angels, mages, darkness, dream givers, et cetera . You will be taught as whatever paranormal you are…which means I have no idea what they are going to do with you,” she said to me with a grin.
I rolled my eyes. Sip said, “She’s going to be fine. Her mother was a mage so they will probably just put her with the mages.”
“What about the second half of the day?” I asked.
“For second half classes we mix with other dorms. Again, it depends on what paranormal you are…so who knows what they will do with you,” she said, again reminding me that I wasn’t officially a student yet.
I came to a dead halt. Camilla Bitchy Whatever Her Name Was might be able to talk down to me, but not someone I was starting to be friends with. “I’m going to stay here,” I said stubbornly. “I am going to prove them wrong!”
Lisabelle watched me for a moment, and then said, “Good.” And kept walking ahead.
The morning went about as I had expected. Only one teacher, a Professor Anania , looked frustrated when she saw that I had no paranormal specialty. She had dusty brown hair and a very long nose.
“Well, what am I to do with you?” she asked in A History of Your Paranormal Type. “ The class is about studying your own type’s history. You are supposed to develop a better understanding of how your type got to be where it is today, which will help you have a better grasp of your magic. If you do not know what paranormal you are, how are you to better understand? For all I know you are a darkness mage.”
There was a surprised gasp from everyone in the room, and Professor Anania, realizing that she had overstepped, backed away from that accusation. “I’m simply saying that I do not know what to do with a student who does not know her own magical history,” she said. Then she glared at me like this should be obvious, like it was somehow my fault that the President was keeping me around despite that fact that no one went to Public who wasn’t a paranormal.
“I don’t know what you are supposed to do with me,” I told her honestly. “I thought figuring that out was your job.”
“It shouldn’t be that complicated,” said another of the students. Probably Lisabelle.
Professor Anania pursed her lips. “It is a big deal. I am the professor and you are the students and if I say it’s crucial then I will thank you not to argue with me.”
“My mother was a mage,” I said, trying to be helpful. “You could put with me
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