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

✨ Chapter Four

I had just closed my eyes. I had just told Emma "good night". But it was morning already and that meant our first class.

My reflection in the mirror glared back my unamused face. Yay, back to uniforms. I buttoned up my white collared shirt, deciding not to sport a tie. The dark gray sweater vest had the small crest of Grace Field Magic Academy on the top left of the shirt, right over my heart. I pulled on the black pleated skirt, the hem stopping an inch above my knees. I threw my slipper at Emma, who was still snoring loudly. "It's 7:30, sleepyhead." She mumbled something like "five more minutes, mom," before returning to bed. The white or black knee length socks were also part of our uniform. Should I wear one color on each leg? I giggled at the thought, choosing black for today. And my shoes... As long as those are black as well, I shouldn't get in trouble. I tied the white shoelaces to my black converse, walking over to Emma's side. At this rate, we'd both be late. I smirked, bending over so I was right next to her ear. "Norman's picking us up, he's waiting outside." I whispered, tugging off the pillow she held over her face. "Gak-!" She shouted, rushing to the bathroom. "I gotta pee! I gotta brush my teeth! y/n, why didn't you tell me sooner!" I laughed, shoving some textbooks into my backpack. I knew that would wake her up.

We headed downstairs, that silly orange haired girl still mad at me for lying. "Why would you that?" She groaned, punching my shoulder. "You're the worst, y/n. I hate you." I giggled, patting her messy bedhead down. "You'll love me after we're on time for attendance, Emma." As strong as my pyro affinity apparently was, I felt more in synch with hydro. Something about the natural, soothing, flowiness of the spells. It just felt better. Like, in a way I can't describe. Destruction, killing, burning things down was how someone would define fire. That's why pyro scared me. It was just so... chaotic. I waved my obsidian black wand, reciting a weak healing incantation on the first pages of the Mage's Morals textbook. The wilted sapling in front of Emma and I started to glow light blue, life restored to its crusted leaves. Headmaster Isabella peeked over my shoulder, smiling at the vibrantly green plant. "You're pretty good at this, aren't you, y/n?" The orange haired girl beside me yelped, verbalizing our shock. "I didn't mean to surprise you two!" She giggled, picking a leaf off of the sapling. Her violet eyes examined the sprout very closely, as if looking for something. I caught a glimpse of the headmaster's golden wand, which was sticking out of the pocket in her thick skirt. I'm jealous. Why doesn't my uniform have pockets? Her slender fingers dropped the leaf between Emma and I, her voice ringing through the classroom. "You have that class later today, yes?" I rolled my eyes. Why was she even in my class? Professor Krone is teaching! My voice came out colder than I intended. "If you're talking about pyro, yeah." She smiled, clapping her hands together. "I really do hope you'll have fun, y/n. Pyro is a very... important set of spells to learn."

Important for what? Destroying families? Causing war? Violence and hurting others?

The headmistress' black heels clicked behind her, giving me one final glance. "And really, y/n, you're amazing. Such efficient healing for a wand created to harness a pyro affinity." I gulped nervously, some threatening feeling radiating from those cold purple eyes. Another gaze from the back corner of the room rested onto mine. And it was Ray's. My heart skipped a beat from shock and surprise. That was the first time we'd made eye contact in five years. Professor Krone clapped her hands, trying to redirect everyone's attention back to the front of the class. "Anyways, children, if you'd turn to page seven, you'll read up on a brief history of healing magic." I heard Don sigh loudly from the front of the class, making Emma snort a little bit louder. I thankfully held in my own, kicking the orange haired girl from underneath the table. The professor glared at the two, Norman shooting me a nervous look. "You two loud ones, up in front!" She tapped on Norman and Don's shared desk right at the front of the room. She smiled at Norman, shooing him away. "You're going to the back, quiet one." He nodded nervously, crossing paths with a very nervous Emma during the exchange of seats. "Hey, partner." I chuckled, the boy taking her seat next to me. "Hi, y/n." And thus began the start of a chaotic school year.