“Oh my stars, a cat! Come to mama so I can pet you!”
The witch I’d been searching for scooped me up in her arms and cuddled me so tightly I couldn’t breathe. If I were an actual cat, I probably would have clawed her face off in outrage, but since I wasn’t, I let her carry me into her room.
And now that she’d invited me in, she wouldn’t be able to stop me from entering her room again.
15
Raven
The cute calico cat in my arms purred loudly as I kicked my door closed. It snuggled closer, rubbing its head on my cotton-covered boob. Aww. What a sweet little cat. Something in my chest tugged hard, stalling me for a moment.
Maybe the cat was my familiar? I’d read about them. Some witches found their familiars early, while others waited years. Stars above, a familiar would be amazing. Goddess knew I needed a friend. Glynda was sweet and all, and Maverick was… well… I wasn’t thinking about him because I’d only just put clean panties on…
After the day I’d had, my emotions were all over the place. The witches in the common room had ignored me when I passed through. There had been no sign of Glynda, so I assumed she was studying in the library, as we didn’t have Botany Class with Miss Windborne this evening. The library seemed to be where she spent most of her time outside of lessons.
I should have been there with her. Because I’d started the semester two weeks after the other first-years, I was behind, but I couldn’t find it in me to care.
A huge yawn escaped as I slumped onto my bed with the cat still in my arms. After my time with Maverick, my body needed sleep. Lots of sleep. At least I was all ready for bed, having brushed my teeth and pulled on a comfy cotton sleep tee.
My mouth gaped open with another yawn. Thanks to Alar-dick, I had three more days of detention, which meant three more early starts.
Which reminded me…this weekend, I wanted to go explore the forest. Orange trumpet flowers grew in this part of the world, usually in forests like the one behind the dorms. The flowers themselves were harmless, but the leaves caused explosive diarrhea when ingested.
I figured Alar-dick deserved an upset stomach for laughing at me today, as well as blaming me for the mess in the dining hall.
The cat struggled as I shifted onto my side. When I let it go, it curled up next to me, its cute little furry head resting on my breasts. There was a surprising level of intelligence in the cat’s blue eyes, but I figured any cat that lived in this building was more than a regular cat.
For all I knew, the cat was a magical asshole in cat form, taking full advantage of me, but I decided not to fall down that rabbit hole. If this were some creepy shapeshifter with a boob fetish, I’d hex him straight into the demon realm once he exposed himself, but it was highly unlikely.
Honestly, I was grateful for the cat’s presence. It had appeared just when I needed some additional comfort. I made a mental note to let it out of my room in a minute, but first, I needed to close my eyes for a moment.
Have a power nap.
Recharge my energy battery.
16
Zane
As a third-year student, sitting in on a History of Magical Beings 101 class for first-years was a complete and utter waste of my time. The class was boring as fuck the first time, and thanks to Professor Dumbass’s monotone voice, it hadn’t improved in the interim.
But here we were, with me in the back row, disguised as a forgettable wolf shifter who nobody paid any attention to back when he actually attended the academy.
I pretended to scribble notes while watching the witch. Since I’d spent a few hours in her dorm room, cuddled up to her glorious tits while purring my little heart out, I’d developed something of an obsession with her.
Hanging out with other magicals, usually when they were fucking or trying to kill each other, powered my magic. I just preferred soaking up their lust. It tasted sweet, whereas rage tasted of burned gasoline and basilisk venom.
Don’t ask me how I knew what basilisk venom tasted like.
The answer?
Death.
The raven-haired witch wasn’t like other magicals. She was innocent rather than conniving. Most magicals viewed themselves as superior to humans. Witches, mages, and shifters looked down on lesser magicals, and all magicals looked down on humans.
Our society operated in layers, with mages, witches, and shifters at the top of the pyramid, continually jostling for more power. There was a time when the vamps had the edge, but the bloodborne virus put an end to that. Only the demons were powerful enough to upset the apple cart, but magic had sealed them away in the demon realm.
Or so everyone assumed.
