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

✨ Chapter Fifty

I didn't think I could look at people the same again.

I glanced at Emma, happily cutting into a thick steak. "That's where your allowance this week is going? Into a piece of meat you won't finish?" Norman asked, a bit confused, but entertained.

Classic Emma.

The orange haired girl replied by loudly squealing in pure ecstasy, the steaming juice of the steak leaking out as the knife finally cut through.

Emma was human.

Did headmaster Isabella hate her?

Would my mother have too, if she hadn't met my father?

Hundreds of thoughts were swirling through my head.

I love Emma. I love Norman. I love Oliver and Zack. Theyre were dear to me, close to me. I couldn't fathom a life where I could hate these people. But I guess for elves that had truly lost something to the humans, it wouldn't be a hard feeling to come by.

I glanced at Ray, with a much smaller cut of meat, cutting the filet very elegantly, and into small pieces. He frowned as Emma's munching got louder and louder. "Eat with your mouth closed idiot!" Norman and her giggled in response, the green eyed girl ignoring the remark.

Was there truly a difference? Between elves and humans?

They have the same anatomy. They share the same feelings. They both felt pain and happiness, love and disdain.

But the humans committed such crimes against the elves. And even though they were more powerful, they'd never once fought back.

My parents were both elves, but I lacked their most crucial trait. The pointed ears.

Was Ray one too? A pureblood, I mean?

Haha, it feels a bit cringey calling myself that. Oh great pureblood elf, y/n. I turned to the annoyed black haired boy, quietly chewing on his meal. "Are you using one, Ray?" I whispered, nudging his shoulder. "Using what?" He hissed back, taking another bite. "A glamour."

He choked on the meat, coughing out whatever chewed up thing was in his mouth.

"Ray!" Emma and Norman cried, the white haired boy patting his back. I apologized for startling him, telling the two that I'd told him something inherently inappropriate. Emma sneered, giving me a sly wink. "I knew it. You see that Norman? I knew it." I sighed exasperatedly, taking over Norman's spot as Ray's back hammer. "Yeah, okay, weirdo. I'll take him back to his room." "Be careful you two!" She giggled, waving. "You never know what the night can bring."

"Silly octopus," I muttered, under my breath. I dragged a still recovering Ray by the collar, right behind me. "The- The fuck you know about glamours?" He finally coughed out, batting my hand away. "Your mom told me."

"The fuck are you talking to my mom for?"

"My past, Ray."

He tilted his head, both his silver eyes visible. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. He seemed to have retracted the action, shutting his lips once again. For some reason, I took the liberty to ramble on, giving the boy more information than he probably cared for.

"I'm cursed, Ray. I was cursed five years ago, when my parents died. The spell my mother placed on me to protect me also 'cursed' me. Because she felt that to protect me, she needed to lock away my memories. So I guess there's some pretty scandalous in there. Maybe Kylie Jenner's skincare routine?"

I'd half expected a "Heh, you're stupid, idiot."

Maybe even a "What the hell are you going on about? Haha."

But the only sound coming from Ray was his soft footsteps. No laugh. No jokes. No teasing. Just click, click, click.

"Also, I saw Nigel today. Coming out of the headmistress' office."

"What?" He hissed, the only word he'd spoken in a while, a cold jab. "Why? Why was he there? Is that how you got that mark on your cheek?" Ray grabbed the back of my sweater, pulling me into his chest.

"y/n. Look at me." He whispered, nudging my bruised left cheek gently with a knuckle. Ow. I groaned, pushing away his cold hand. "You're too close," I muttered, noticing his face, just inches away from mine. Ray's left hand was holding my waist, keeping me in place. The right was examining the purple mark at the far side of my head I'd tried to cover with my hair. "I'm not stupid, y'know. Or blind." His dark gray eyes looked straight at me, a sort of deep, dusty blush painting his pale face pink.

Was this just my imagination?

Was it just the darkness of the corridor?

I hadn't spoken to him since he stormed out on Zack and I last night. Well, it hasn't felt awkward or strange up until now, where I'm sure we both looked like tomatos. I could feel his warm breath on my cheek, just next to my lips.

"y/n. Look at me." He whispered once more, his familiar scent of aromatic firewood and pine growing stronger and stronger.

I closed my eyes, a tiny whimper escaping my lips.

"y/n!" A voice called out to me that wasn't Ray's.

Hesitantly, my eyes fluttered open, revealing that the black haired boy once holding me so tightly, was directing his glare down the hall. A boy in a pilot's hat returned the death stare. The grip on my waist loosened, Ray's body shifting away from mine.

A bizarre sense of relief washed over my body, the tenseness I'd built up finally released. I stopped my sigh from being too loud as the two boys continued their staring contest.

Ray felt strange. A little on edge, a little confused. The person who'd just done that to me wasn't the Ray I knew. That- That stupid idiot wouldn't kiss me! R-Right?! And it was so sudden! For no reason! What the hell! Another wave of embarrassment washed over me, as an unfamiliar pair of sneakers stopped at my scrunched up posture.

Nigel frowned that same disgusted frown I've only ever seen on his face. "I need to talk to you."

And Ray? Well, he'd already disappeared, probably grumbling something rude about the blond haired boy helping me to my feet.