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

✨ Chapter Forty Nine

Yeah. I probably should have went to see Ray. But I was still uncomfortable with the fight hose two idiots had last night. 

I made a beeline to the headmistress' office. She knew my parents well, so maybe she'd be an equally good person to ask. And probably more cooperative than that annoyingly smart idiot, who'd tease me about any embarrassing thing he could remember. 

I made my way up the spiral staircase of the teacher's dorms. "Headmistress, it's me. y/n." I called, knocking on the wooden door. I heard a boy's satisfied grunt and the thudding off his heavy footsteps. "Don't call me here. Ever again." The door swung open, hitting me right in the face. "Ow!" I hissed, stumbling to the floor. "Watch where you're going. Idiot." A familiarly rude boy grabbed my shoulder, pulling me up. His grip was tight, on my left shoulder, the contact of the burn wounds making me wince. "Oh. It's you." Nigel shoved me against the wall, pulling down his hat. "Use your eyes, dumbass." He flashed a sort of disgusted look, as if being in my presence was such a horror. The blond haired boy clicked his tongue, shoving his bony hands into his hoodie pocket. "Stupid bitches." He muttered under his breath, that aggressive stomping turning into an echo. 

 "What's his problem?" I asked, stumbling into the room. 

Isabella frowned, rubbing her temples in frustration. "That boy. Nigel. He's incredibly- Incredibly hard to deal with." "Dendro affinity?" I asked, taking the seat opposite from her. Professor Lucas did say dendros are usually the stubborn, harder to deal with types of people. But the headmistress shook her head no. "Hydro. Nigel has a hydro affinity. I called him in because he's failing dendro."

I bit my tongue, a little shocked at the news. 

That aggressive asshole? A healer? I imagined Nigel side by side with Norman. Our kind, blue eyed, responsible Norman, with the patience of a God. And that rude, loud, stupid, Nigel. Spreading rumors, shooting glares, and hitting people in the face with doors. I touched my left cheek, wincing at the pain.

"Yeah, there's a bruise," Isabella commented, examining the wound. "How's your arm by the way? The left one?" 

I shrugged, placing the bandaged limb on her desk. "I wouldn't know. Apparently I've been sleeping for two days. I just woke up last night. Why didn't Professor Krone heal my left arm too? Why just the right?" 

"It's not that she didn't want to, y/n. It was hard enough fixing up one of them. I assume that you're here for that reason. You found out that you'd been cursed, right?"

I gasped. "How did-" 

"I know?" She smiled a strangely cold grin, sending shivers down my spine. "I know what I must. And your condition- your health. It's very important to me."

Of course, one would expect presence, a command of attention from the headmaster of a prestigious academy. But from Isabella, what I'd felt was more similar to fear. Like her violet eyes were always watching, her pointed ears always listening. 

Wait. Her pointed ears.

"Headmistress?" I asked, redirecting my wandering attention to the giggling woman organizing her papers. "So you're trying to break your own 'curse', right? Well, let me tell you a story. A story about your mother and I, when we were your age." 

---------- AUTHOR'S NOTE ----------

yes, it's a short chapter. but i will make it up to u hot biotches VERY soon.