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

✨ Chapter Three

I mean, what can go wrong with a wand appraisal? 

Oh, Ray can be there. Emma grabbed my hand, pulling me outside the room. Her green eyes were wide, giving me that look. That "holy shit, what the fuckity fuck fuck" look. It almost made me giggle, but that boy's stupid presence ruined my mood. I heard Professor Lucas' deep voice chat with the black haired boy, the soft sparkling and glimmer of a spell leaking from the doorway. Emma and I peeked inside the room with one eye, watching the magical assessment. "You seem to have an affinity for pyro and dendro, while your hydro will definitely lack." Ray clicked his tongue, making a sarcastic comment. "If by lacking you mean get an A instead of an A+, you're right." Emma nudged my shoulder, cringing. What an asshole... Professor Lucas just chuckled, not really seeming to mind. He waved his own wand, a long elegant oak stick, with an iron band at it's grip. Though the Professor's wand was strangely simple from a distance, the size of the wand resembled more of a staff, shrinking and growing to his taste. No wand I'd ever seen could do that. Small carvings into the rod's side spoke of old incantations and proverbs. The large, husky man was reflected in his wand, the two emanating a sense of presence and authority. It was clear that the professor had a dendro affinity. "So, Ray, for your wand, I will be using a strand of hair from an abyss manticore. That will resonate with your spirit of... destruction," He chuckled, a glass jar floating off of one of the many packed shelves. What I assumed to be the manticore hair gracefully floated out, hovering midair. "And for your dendro, that fiber will be coated in dark oak log. The band of your wand will be made of dragonspine steel. There's no need to harness any hydro in your magic, so you'll have trouble with that class." The tiny stick assembled itself before us, the final product falling right into the boy's hands. He didn't look particularly excited or grateful. He clutched it's grip tightly and trotted out of the room. "He didn't even say thank you!" Emma hissed, glancing at me. And just like at the dining hall, he put on that ignorant, stoic expression, not even noticing Emma and I glaring at him. "Are you two going to come in?" Professor Lucas chuckled, snapping us back into reality. "O- Oh, right," I muttered, pulling Emma inside. The circular room was covered in shelves, jars and cups of strange, magical objects rising up to the pointed ceiling. My shoes clicked against the wooden floor, tapestries, posters, and magical spells taped over an open wall not covered by a drawer. Emma stepped forwards first, bidding him good morning. He smiled, reaching out his hand. "Let me appraise you first, Emma." Her emerald eyes sparkled, that same glittery fog starting to leak from the bond between their fingers. Professor Lucas immediately smiled, waving his wand in the air. "Your soul is speaking to me," he grinned, jars flying off the shelves. "I might have found my successor in you, Emma. I'd never seen such a great dendro affinity in my life. Though it's burning very aggressively, so you might be a berserker. A flaming shield, indeed." Her orange hair seemed to bounce, very happy with her assessment. The wand crafted for her was very lovingly created from a shard of an elder storm's wings, the core was a strand of unicorn hair and the band of piltoverian iron. She waved it around wildly, squealing with excitement. 

"Are you ready, y/n?" The professor smiled, opening his hand. "Ready as I'll ever be," I sighed, another gust of the magical fog seeping out of our finger's embrace. His crimson eyebrows furrowed immediately, disturbed by my aura. "What- What's wrong?" I asked, my hands starting to shake. He shook his head, squeezing my hand tightly. "Nothing, nothing is wrong. I'm just... surprised, is all." "Surprised? Surprised by what?" Professor Lucas grimaced, pulling himself away. He looked at me sadly. He waved his wand again, just like he had for Emma and Ray. But the objects he pulled out were strange and unfamiliar. "Your affinity, y/n. It's pyro. So deeply pyro, I could almost hear the lightning crashing inside of your heart. Does it... Does it still haunt you? That day when your parents-" I clenched my fists, glaring at him. "Yes, professor. Please, please don't remind me." I think I understood where the pyro came from. As much as I hated it, I understood. I was filled with hate. Filled with resentment. The three unlabeled black boxes were cursed items. My wand's core consisted of an obsidian scale from a rotting corpse dragon's skin. The wood of my wand was the same shade of black, cut precariously from the forbidden forests of dragonspine's volcanos. Professor Lucas looked especially disturbed by the supposed band of my rod. "The Promise of Elevensdom." he muttered, a tiny velvet box resembling an engagement ring's home opened slowly. A small blood red ruby was glistening in the ring of white gold. Yeah, that was definitely cursed. I glanced at the instructor, pulling the band out with his own fingers. "y/n... This is a very... cursed item. I don't know why the blueprint asks for this specific thing." I shrugged. I wouldn't know either. Professor Lucas sighed deeply, placing the ring onto the jet black wand. "Read up on that, would you? And if there's anything wrong... Please come talk to me. For anything. My door is always open." I nodded my head, the wand falling into my hands. Shiver were sent down my spine with it's cold touch. At least it looked badass. I thanked the professor, trotting off with Emma. She kept glancing at me strangely, staring at the wand in my right hand. "So... pyro, huh?" I took a deep breath, gulping nervously. "Pyro." I replied, not sure what else to say. 

"And y/n!" Professor Lucas shouted from behind us. His wand had morphed into a walking stick, helping him to the door. A slightly panicked expression had been plastered onto his face, like he'd forgotten to tell me something important. "Keep that thing a secret! No one should know!" I nodded my head, clutching the wand tightly. It was unlike me to ask questions, but I had one festering in the back of my mind. Why?