prodigy • Lady Lesso x Fem!OC

Chapter VIII

THAT WAS A PERFECTLY GOOD GREEN APPLE. Silas thought with a soft shake of her head, a small frown appeared on her face as she witnessed Lady Lesso's demonstration by combusting said apple . The latter's peripherals caught a glimpse of her and she couldn't help but secretly grin out of amusement at the girl, ever since the school year started, she had caught on with Silas' love for green apples.

Little flame felt sorry for that green apple. She thought to herself before turning her attention back to her students.

Silas then propped herself up from the wall by the door she had been leaning on since Lady Lesso took over the discussion, "Poor apple." She whispered before going to the Dean to continue the discussion.

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While Mistress Gothel was writing something on the blackboard, Silas was taking notes at the same time. Well, today seemed to be a somewhat quirky one, because throughout the morning, Silas would fight this stupid smile on her face whenever she remembered what happened in the Clearing last night with Lady Lesso.

Not to mention, she did feel fuzzy when the Dean wrapped the jacket above her shoulders.

So there she was, writing notes with a small smile on her face and that itself was enough to get Hort's attention.

"Psst! Silas!" He quietly whispered, tapping her on the shoulder. "What is it?" She looked to her left, seeing the raven-haired boy who had a cat nose and whiskers drawn on his face.

"What's got you smiling like that, eh?" The boy teased with his chin in the palm of his hands.

"Nothing." At her reply, Hort's nostrils caught a scent of something different towards Silas' jacket that was currently wrapped above her shoulders.

"Why does your jacket smell different?" He dare asked the girl, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"Ask again, and you'll be down to eight lives." Silas side-eyed him for a second before returning to her notes. Hort just chuckled at her, deciding not to pry.

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"You're talking with Sophie? No way." Hort gasped in amazement when Silas revealed that she did have an interaction with the blonde Reader yesterday. Much to the disapproval of the three girls, she continued to tell them what it was like talking to a Reader.

Well, technically that would be rule-breaking back home, but Silas didn't care one bit. "Turns out, she's not an Ever at all." The emerald-haired student shook her head as she crossed her arms, a small smirk appearing on her face, her eyes shifting to Sophie for a quick second.

"What makes you say that?" Hester scoffs at her statement, words full of disgust at the thought of even breathing the same air as Sophie. "She's not an Ever. Trust me." Confidence oozed out of every word in Silas's sentence, given that Rafal was after Sophie and her, that could only mean that the blonde who claims herself to be an Ever is quite the opposite.

She's a Never. Through and through. Silas thinks to herself while her mind recalled one of the many, many things her father had taught her.

A sudden tap on Silas' shoulder cuts her out of her thoughts, causing not just her to look up but her friends as well, only to see Sophie which makes the trio scoff and go back to their conversation.

"Silas, come on. I'll introduce you to Agatha." The blonde nods her head to an Ever girl who was wearing a blue dress. The taller student turns to look at her friends with raised eyebrows as if telling them, "I'll be back.", before taking the green apple by her plate with her.