“Within reason.” She scoffs irritably.
“Yes. Like right now, this class is a waste of my time. However, being reasonable, I am staying.”
A few students snicker, but I pay them no attention.
“Oh? Well, thank you for being so considerate. But I don’t want you here. You’re dismissed then. Get out. The Head will hear of this.”
“I look forward to it,” I say haughtily as I stand.
“That’s not fair, Professor, come on,” Holden wrings his hands in frustration.
“I’ll be fine. I have better things to do.” I smile at him. “I’ll see you later.”
I want to kiss him, but that would only get him in trouble.
“See you.” He winks at me, checking me out for a moment, and I turn, walking out. These suits are skintight.
On my way out, my mind wanders to my own records that I’m compiling. Well, Iwascompiling them with help from Dad, but I haven’t really touched them since he passed because no one really tells me everything. How can I have things completely and thoroughly written if so many facts are withheld?
One day, I want to write a proper account of what we have faced. History books that can be passed down through the generations.
Just imagine:Volume I, Section III, The Battle of Hecate’s Betrayal, faithfully preserved through the ages by High Witch Aldona, Keeper of the Records.That sounds so fancy.
Since I’ve been removed from class, I decide to go to the greenhouses and get some stock for myself.
I leave the building and make my way towards the greenhouses that are located at the back of the school, on the opposite side of the training grounds, but not far from the sports hall.
Reaching the greenhouse, I slip inside. It’s empty at this time, even though I know my presence has been registered with Professor Magdalia by the spell cast for security. She’s our herbs and potions teacher, and she’s also in charge of the greenhouses.
All herbs and plants have to be put in separate greenhouses depending on their properties. We can enter some of the greenhouses, like this one, but the ones containing lethal herbs can only be accessed with someone accompanying us, and even then, it depends.
Walking over to the shelf not far from the entrance, I write down what I’m taking in the ledger and take two glass bottles and a zip pouch. I then put on some gloves and take a pair of clippers.
I take my time making my way through the rows of plants and pots, looking into the earthen trays. I feel happy, the smell of the herbs, the earthy scent that I love so much and the life I can feel from them. I clip some whistletooth off, glancing at the tray beside it.
The plant is dying…
I remove my glove and place my hand in the earth of the tray, closing my eyes as I reach for the source of their pain and eliminate it. I allow my energy to fuel them, and after a moment, I remove my hand and smile. Now they will grow perfectly.
I didn’t use magic, just my element, to heal.
I add the whistletooth stems to my bottle and move on to the next one. Once I’ve collected all three, I leave. The Academy herb collection is not as large as I’d have liked it, but it does the job. I have a collection of herbs and stock, although there are some that you just need fresh.
Theo, I need to talk to him. He still hasn’t filled us in on what Hades said. He really annoys me; I don’t have the patience for this. I have a little time. I wonder if he’s in class.
What is his schedule? I had gotten a copy of it; let me see. I take out my organiser from my bag, whispering the spell to unlock it and pull out the folded paper showing Theo’s lessons.
Tilting my head, I raise an eyebrow. So, according to this, they would be in training. In Storm. Well, that’s where I’m going then.
He can’t keep avoiding me, and he wouldn’t expect me to show up during lesson time.
I toss my hair over my shoulder, determined.
Reaching Storm Training Hall, I slip inside. The shouts and grunts as the senior years all train echo around the hall. I’m barely making my way to the bench on the side when Theo, who is currently sparring against someone, glances my way andgroans. I turn my attention to Tatum, who has also spotted me, and give him a small smile as I take a seat and cross my legs, observing them.
Jayce is here, too, so maybe I should have asked him to get Theo to listen. I mean, I understand Theo doesn’t care for Sienna, but does he really not want to help? Does he even have a conscience?
I watch him as he knocks his opponent to the ground, a smirk on his face as he raises his arms, palms upwards in victory. How cocky.
