pink eyed boy.
It had been a week since the Academy opened its doors to the new novices, it was a week of exhaustion, there were relentless lessons and trials as they were put through practical classes immediately, just the day before yesterday they were made to go through a maze of trials where lions, bears, unicorns and dragons were made to act as hindrances to their success, only ten students passed the test, amongst them was Amara and the pink eyed boy, to everyone's surprise, nevertheless promise filled the air. Today's class, at least held the allure of something extraordinary.
The lecture hall hushed up as the pink eyed boy burst through the door, his arrival silencing the lecturer mid-sentence. He scanned the room, his shoulders slumping, whether in relief, frustration or exhaustion, no one could tell as he wore an indifferent look all together. His gaze flicked to the chalkboard where elegant script declared the days topic: Gaia's brewing class. A class on potions, he moved towards an empty seat, but a shimmering hum filled the air, a hot white light struck him and his body froze as if weighed down by invisible chains.
'You are late young man' squeaked a high pitched voice, sharp as a blade. 'Courtesy demands you greet the class and apologize'. A male fairy, round as a melon with a balding head and a long nose caked and garnished in makeup, buzzed into view, his tiny wings a blur due to its relentless flattering responsible for keeping him a float. Fairies were fairly notorious for their pettiness, and this one- professor Thristle, by the look of his ugly twig wand was no exception. His distorted features twisted into a scowl as he noticed the boys stifled face warp into a face of amusement. 'What's funny, you find my appearance amusing, typical Human nature mocking anything that doesn't look like your race'
The boy's face reconstructed back and the professor launched into a tirade, his voice rising over the snickers rippling through the class. He ranted until the bell rang, signalling the end of the period but as the students rose to leave he swerved his hands and instantly they were all drawn back to their seats automatically, he quickly buzzed to the front of the class, tapped his wand on the board and the former writing on the board flipped into themselves and in an instant the words 'THE FIVE STAGES OF WITCHCRAFT' appeared in glowing script, murmurs began to arise from the class, a sigh here and there and a groan of frustration coupled with a lot of lamentations from every sector of the class.
'pipe down , rats this is only for a moment'
'but sir, we were taught about this previously' said a dark haired girl,
'oh yeah?, by who?'
'Mr Dominic'
'The elf?'
'YES!!!!!' the class wailed in unison, Thristle sighed.
'So I assume you know about the five stages, Novice, practitioner, Spell caster, witch and pro- witch?'
ÝESSS!!!!' the class wailed again, Thristle gazed defeated, with a final huff, he buzzed closer to the pink eyed boy.
'The next lecturer will release you from my binding spell__unless there is someone here powerful enough to do it, I don't think so' he shot a challenging look at the class and zipped out the door.
The room erupted into chaos, it went from giggles, escalating to whispers and then to a cacophony of chatter as students grouped their selves with their magical cliques. The pink eyed boy however remained rooted to the spot, his expression showing defeat, embarrassment, defiance and self-pity because no one cared to check for him.
Amara seated near the back, had been chatting with an Indian girl who claimed to be a Celestial witch, her hair long and black, shimmering like the night sky. The girl had been conversing with Amara on the many ways to channel the celestial bodies into a spell. A sudden Cackle interrupted her thoughts as a blond white boy in white tee and grey trousers teleported in front of her with carelessness. The force of the arrival sent her neatly bunned hair tumbling loose and her books flying across the room.
Amara's peaceful demeanour was shattered, replaced with a scowl. Before the boy could speak, she snapped her fingers, her bangles clinking as she cast meharia a simple spell from her homeland that channels the power of Trogs the phantom deity in charge of order, it is a spell that reverses all the effects of magic done at a given time. A soft glow escaped her finger tips, and the chaos reversed- her hair rewove itself into its previous bun and her books sailed back to her desk. The blond boy, caught in the spells backlash, vanished with a startled yelp, teleported to a place of her choosing to which she forgot immediately.
The class fell silent, eyes wide. Amara hadn't meant to draw attention, but the spells precision- a third level technique marked her as more than just another student. Before anyone could comment, an announcement crackled through the Academy's enchanted intercom; today's remaining classes were cancelled due to unforeseen circumstances. Relief washed over Amara as she stood, eager to escape to her dorm. But as she reached the door, a light tap on her shoulder made her turn.
It was the pink eyed boy, no longer frozen.
'thanks for breaking the spell', he said, extending a hand with a smile, ' I am lunare, my friends call me LU'
Amara shook his hand, her face furrowing. 'I did?' Her spell was meant to reverse simple effects not a bond hex. Lu nodded, adjusting the straps of his backpack. 'yeah, after your snap.' Amara was stunned. Her spell had undone an enchantment without her intent- a sign her powers were growing in ways that she didn't yet understand and she was scared of that fact.