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“Barbie!” Professor Longweed shrieked.
Bea and I jumped. I whipped my head in the direction of the snobby professor.
“This isn’t a gossip class!” Longweed snapped. “And since you’ve whispered your poisonous lies into that witch girl’s ear, care to share with the rest of the class?”
Many students stared daggers at me, and some snickered at my being singled out again. Bea’s face paled. She wasn’t a good liar, and she hated confrontation, but I had her covered.
A few students pulled out their magical tablets, ready to record another “Barbie being humiliated” livestream, but Longweed darted them a stern look, prompting them to pocket their devices.
“I wasn’t gossiping, Professor Longweed. I followed your instructions to the letter,” I offered. “And my teammate’s name isn’t ‘witch girl.’ Her name is Bea. I was trading tips with Bea on how to level up. Her magic caliber belongs in a mage’s rank, but she’s unfairly treated as a low-ranking witch.”
“And you, of all people, know how to fix it,” Longweed retorted, “by recategorizing and recalculating Bea’s magic caliber that was evaluated and scored by the magic committee in Mist of Cinder upon her registration?”
Medea and America’s minions laughed mockingly.
“I think so, Professor Longweed,” I said humbly and sincerely.
“Really?” Professor Longweed’s thin brows rose with her tone of ridicule. “Why don’t you share your miracle tips so the class can also benefit?”
Shit! Longweed was being sarcastic.
My friends darted nervous glances between the professor and me. They felt bad for me, but they didn’t want to lose their places in the academy by taking a stand against a professor.
Bea’s face paled further. She’d been flying under the radar, but for my sake, she’d been pushed to the front over and over. She sent a pleading look at Professor Longweed, but fae weren’t known for being merciful, and Longweed was like a bitch who wouldn’t let go of a bone.
No one, except me, had seen that Bea’s mage power had been spellbound.
In the House of Mages, druids and mages perched on the top, with Cade ruling them all. Sorcerers stood on the next rung, and witches were shoved to the bottom. Among the witches, there was a strict hierarchy in their covens as well.
Bea’s humanity didn’t help her case, only made the supernaturals push her around. She’d been mistaken as a low-powered witch, and today I would right a wrong, and then those coyotes would bow to her—including Fake Blonde, now Fake Silver, since she’d dyed her hair silver after I pointed out her dark roots to Cade.
I was planning to find the right time to talk to Bea about her magical block since it might shatter her world if it was her family that had bound her magic, but Professor Longweed had forced my hand, so I had to push the schedule up. Since there was no gentle step to guide Bea now, I’d have to make a loud statement, as loud as American tourists.
With a bang! Sy cheered.
As I unleashed my siphon power, a black wind entered Bea, sending her bending over. She struggled to raise her head and stared at me with wild eyes.
It has to be done, but it’ll be over soon, friend, I promised her silently.
My power sank its merciless teeth into the elaborate spells that bound her and swallowed them. I was an eater of magic, spells, curses, and the world after all.
A ray of light swam in Bea’s eyes. I knew she felt it, the difference, the heaviness in her gone.
“They say show, not tell, Professor Longweed,” I said. “How about we let Bea demonstrate it?” I patted my witch friend on the shoulder. “Fly, little Bea bird, fly. You’re free now.”
Bea raised her wand, hesitated for a second, and flung its tip forward.
The wind she conjured, stronger than any student could summon, crashed into the fence, chipping away a portion.
Gasps choked out through the field.
None of the other students could fucking achieve that. Even their strongest fire couldn’t scorch an inch of the fence warded by top-tier mages and fae. But of course, I’d aided Bea a little by weakening the spells a notch.
“Turn the tip of your wand toward the ground, Witch Bea!” Longweed shrieked.
Bea obeyed, lowering the wand to her side, and turned to me, tears in her eyes, a smile on her quivering lips.
“She faked it!” shouted Fake Silver.
