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

✨ Chapter Seven

I stumbled out of the room in a daze, my head still suffocating in those dark gray thunderclouds. Norman and Emma dropped me off at the headmistress' office, giving me a gentle hug before leaving. "I'm so sorry, y/n. We- We love you and we'll always be here for you." I wiped away the river running down my face, collapsing onto the couch.

Grief. Pain. Regret. Were they feelings I could ever get rid of? "I just- I don't know what's wrong with me, headmaster. I know it's been five years, I know I should be able to see that stupid accident and not cry or break down," Explaining my feelings was ten times worse than going through them. No one could ever understand, nor could I expect them to. "But it was just so painful, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see, all I could do was watch my parents die for me!" My hands were trembling worse than when it was happening, the eternal torment of a thought living rent free in my head. I couldn't stop my tears from running down my face, harder than a waterfall. "Why, Isabella? Why did she do that? What did my mom see in me? I'm a fucking failure, I'm a waste-" "Don't say that y/n." Her voice was stern, the headmistress' warm fingers wrapping around my hands that were digging into my hair. "Never say that. Never call yourself that. Your parents loved you. That's why they died for you. And wherever they are, in that lovely place up in the clouds, they continue to love you. This was my fault for forcing you into a pyro class so suddenly. I'll- I'll fix this. And I think I know what to do."

I went back to my dorm, my mindset in a slightly better place. Venting it all out took a whole load off of my back and I was ready to take a well deserved nap. Today's events gave me enough trauma for a year and all I was looking forward to was not going into that stupid course again. I slowly opened the door to my room. "I'm home," I called jokingly, trying to put on my best mood for my friend. Emma's emerald eyes immediately teared up, the orange haired girl running into my arms. "y/n!" Her voice broke. "I'm- I'm so sorry I- I didn't he-help I-I-" She hiccuped out her words, crying into my shoulder. I shushed her gently, squeezing her waist. "It's okay, Emma. I'm okay." Maybe if I said that enough it would be true. I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay. Did it work? No. No it didn't. I just didn't want to think about it. "Let's get out of these stupid uniforms," I said, patting her head. "And let's go visit Norman. I never got to see his wand."

I knocked on the door to his dorm impatiently. "Nawman. Nawwwman." Emma giggled, imitating me. "Naw, man." A boy with black hair opened the door, glaring at the two of us coldly. "Norman isn't here, idiots. You should shut up, as some of us are trying to study." I rolled my eyes. I'd had enough of people's shit for today and wasn't really in the mood to clap back. "Thanks, smartass." I hissed, turning around. Ray frowned unamusedly, slamming the door behind him. I scoffed, grabbing Emma's hand, and dragging her off. "Maybe he's in the dining hall eating his problems away." And there he was, snacking on a bag of chips. "Hey," Emma and I slapped his back, the white haired boy choking on a dorito. "Gak-!" He yelped, dropping the crunchy snack. I apologized, taking the seat beside him. He grimaced sadly, nudging my cheek with his knuckle. "I should be apologizing, y/n. For not helping you, or stopping Professor from forcing you to do that. You do know it's not your fault, right?" I nodded silently, my unconvinced gaze falling to the table. Yeah, sure, I guess. It definitely wasn't my fault. I diverted the subject as quickly as I could. "So anyways, Norman, can I see your wand? I'd never seen it before." He smiled, pulling out a white wand from his pocket, placing the birch wood rod into my hand. "Hydro affinity," he commented, revealing the oceanid coldsteel band of the grip. "It suits you," I replied, returning the wand. "So how are your pyro classes going to go?" He asked, biting another chip. I remembered headmistress Isabella's instructions clearly.

"Your current pyro class is instructed by Professor Yuugo, who is definitely one the more... aggressive... teachers. I'll give you a new class. One on one with a person that will act more like a tutor than a teacher. He's one of my most gifted students, as he's your age and took pyro one last year, in his tenth. I hope you two can get along. Meet him at the library. Your new pyro classes will be from 3 to 4:50. Don't be late! He's very strict."

Hmph, I didn't know what I was expecting. Who else could it have been? Some genius student flying through classes left and right. Only one person fit that description. A cold glare from one dark gray eye pierced right through me. "Sit down and we'll get to learning." God damn it. I hissed out my response in an equally aggressive tone. "Of course, Ray."