Someone clears their throat and she pulls away. Turning back to face the celestials and now the Dean. For once he isn’t scowling.
“Ms. Tsuki,” he greets. He nods to her too. “Thank you. For protecting our students when the rebels slipped through our defenses. It takes a truly courageous being to stand against the Kolasi.”
“The Gods punishment,” she says – not directly at the Dean. “No wonder his true form was that of damnation. To wield the death element is a magic I’ve never seen before.”
The Dean nods again. “With that, would you mind telling us how it was possible you were able to face the devil?”
Her eyes snap from point to point. Looking at all of them below who are all probably wondering what she is. She’s insinuated she is a vampire. She’s delivered proof she has the makings of one. But. . . as I think about it now, Mavyn has never said herself that sheisa vampire.
I am a vampire, has never left her mouth. Though when Asher said weeks ago that she wasn’t one, she did say he was wrong. But even that deliverance with her answer could be twisted if you look at the situation long enough.
This is where many would say not to overthink. Sometimes the simplest answers are the correct ones. But that response doesn’t work with the high fae or oracle’s and fortune tellers. It doesn’t work for all magics.
It does not work for Mavyn.
She is complexity at its definition. A paradox and contradiction.
“Magic,” she answers simply. “The only way you would be able to face a being who uses magic as powerful as his is with magic.”
I’d laugh at the answer because of how obvious it is. Of course only magic would be able to defend – let alone go up against – a being like the Kolasi. But I’m learning thatthatis Mavyn’s specialty. She simply answers the question front face. She never gives context unless she wants to.
How did she face the devil?
With magic.
Obviously. But the celestials didn’t specify what or how she used the magic. She’s a freakin genius.
I notice Professor Asier fisting his hands as he glares at Mavyn. Clearly he didn’t find her answer amusing.
The Dean clears his throat and straightens. He doesn’t scowl, but his facial muscles do twitch as if he wants to.
“My apologies, I should have been more clear.” I’m sure that took a lot out of him to say. “What kind of magic could have been used to be powerful enough to go against the Kolasi? And how did you wield it?”
I glance at Mavyn and the corner of her lip twitches. Like she wants to grin but forces herself not to.
She looks around the room again, rosy eyes following the cracks lining the walls that cover the ceiling too. They almost look like lightning bolts.
“The kind of magic that goes against death,” she answers simply. As if it is a simple answer. “And I wielded it like how everyone else is able to wield their magic.”
Answering the question without giving an actual answer. I catch Callahan grinning now but bowing his head to try and hide it.
The Dean clears his throat again but I get the feeling he really wants to growl. Frustration is so easily written on him as well as the professor and the councilmen. Darian off to the side looks like he’s calculating while being intrigued. Seeing him makes me wonder where his father, Thorne, and Professor D’etre are. Asher had said they were all working together to stop this battle.
Before the Dean can ask another question, Mavyn shrugs a shoulder and shifts away from them. “I didn’t think it mattered. Afterall, this is a school catered to beings with magic with classes they’re able to take throughout their five years that can help them control and further their manipulation of abilities. I am not human, so therefore I have magic. It’s not required to have listed individual abilities. We are supposed to request the classes we believe will help further us ourselves.”
The Dean takes a step towards the destruction between us but Mavyn doesn’t spare him another look as he asks, “And what classes will you be requesting for next years?”
She’s still looking up at the cracks along the ceiling. This time the corners of her mouth lift all the way into a smile.
“I’ll let you know when we’re all able to reenroll. We’ll have to see if I’m even still alive then.” She glances at Professor Asier. “Apparently I have a test on Friday I need to take that will be the defining factor if I pass a class I need in order to not be expelled. And therefore, killed.”
I glance at Callahan, the professor, and then Asher. He has the same confused expression that’s marring Callahan’s face because we don’t have classes on Friday, and teachers aren’t allowed to assign any work for this weekend.
The Dean side-eyes Professor Asier but doesn’t say anything to him. “Well, classes will be cancelled for the rest of today and tomorrow. . . along with Friday. Classwork will also be put on hold until next week. And everyone is required to visit the infirmary before returning to their dorms. The rest of the university has been secured.”
He nods to Mavyn and then turns towards the councilmen. Both of them watch Mavyn for a bit longer before they turn with the Dean and head out. She’s still staring at the cracks with a light smile on her face.
I take a step towards her. “Mavyn? Do you want to go to the infirmary now?”
