✨ A Little Bit of Magic || READER X RAY || The Promised Neverland

✨ Chapter One

"y/n, you're in your eleventh year at Grace Field."

I scoffed, stretching my arms. I really didn't feel like being lectured. "Yeah, so what?"

Headmaster Isabella sighed deeply, giving me that pitiful look she always has. I hated it, so I gave her a cold glare back. She rubbed her temples, now slightly aggravated. "I take that you haven't read this year's class schedule and outline." Mhm, she was right. A soft chuckle escaped my lips, my head nodding in response. "Then let me be the first one to congratulate you on your enrollment in Pyro Magic and the Duelist's Spirit." "Yeah, ye-"

Wait. 

What? 

What did she just say? 

"P- Pyro magic?" I stuttered, straightening my back. My heart started to pound, the drumming in my chest echoing in my ears as well. N-No... This can't be right... I can't- I can't take that class, I just can't- My eyes nervously darted her to seat, but she was gone. "Ma'am, I-" Her cold finger shushed me, placed right in front of my lips. I gasped. The tall, elegant woman was sitting right beside me, a frown plastered across her face. "I know what you're going to say, y/n. But it's a required course. I can't let you stay here if you don't take our classes." And God knows I had nowhere else to go. For the first time in my life, I had nothing to say. I had no hatred, nor sadness. I wasn't pleased, yet I saw her point. "Okay." I replied, not sure what else to say. She'd been kind enough to take me in after my parents were killed, so this is the least I could do. Not be a little bitch about it. 

I walked back to my dorm silently, the memories of the incident burning in my head. They still felt fresh, and the wound in my heart still bled. I don't know if it was something I'd ever get over. It was raining that day. That day the two people I loved most were taken from me. I could never forget it. How could I? The black lightning leaving the assailant's wand, that tiny spark of a black void striking my father's chest. He started to shake violently, stumbling to the floor. And then, after my father had become motionless, that murderer redirected his silver wand to my mother, who was crying by his side. Grief stricken, panicked, and in fear for her daughter, my mother died after casting a protection spell onto me. And then I watched her die. She fell forward, her head falling onto the street in front of her. A crimson liquid started to drip from her mouth, the puddle underneath her body dyed pink with blood. My mother, who had always smiled, had died with a frown frozen eternally onto her face. 

"y/n, you've been standing there for a while." Emma laughed, shoving me into the dorm. My consciousness slowly returned to my body. I guess I'd zoned out while I was walking. "I'm hungry," I muttered, kicking my sneakers off. The orange haired girl had already moved on from bothering me to modeling in the mirror with her new robes. "Whadya think, y/n?" She winked at me, dramatically placing her hands on her hips. I gave her a lazy thumbs up and crashed onto my bed. I noticed her frown in the corner of my eye. She slipped the outfit off and jumped next to my feet, making me bounce. "What'd headmaster say to you?" Emma lowered her voice, sounding genuinely concerned. I appreciated that. A long sigh escaped my lips. "She told me that we had to take a pyro magic course this year. And it's required." I glanced at her, trying to gauge her reaction. Though her emerald eyes sparkled with excitement, she kept as much happiness off of her face as possible. Her orange antenna bounced as she suddenly slapped herself in the face. "Gah! What are you doing!" I shouted, grabbing her arm. This girl... She cried, smacking her other cheek. "I didn't want to make you feel bad! Because I was excited!" She tried to hit herself again, but I caught that hand as well. "It's okay that you're excited, Emma. I know you wanted to learn to fight. I'll be fine. Really." She turned her gaze upwards, that look of pity I hated so much stretched across her face. I didn't want anyone to feel bad for me. I didn't want anyone to think of me as some poor animal. If anything, I want to be the only one beating myself up. I pinched this silly girl's cheeks, giving her the best smile I could muster. "It's been five years, hasn't it? I should really grow up." I let go of her face, little red marks left on her swollen cheeks. She smiled regardless, grabbing my hand. "Let's go get some food, y/n. You said you were hungry."