Glass magic, the weakest of magic, the most fragile, the least effective... Or, it should be but what about a glass soldier that doesn't break? A glass dragon that could easily be considered a real one?
She's tired of being looked down on ju...
Lmao, I lost the plot again. Jesus Christ. Whatever, I'll just go with it until I'm annoyed again.
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One can only run so far. A fact that has, unfortunately, caught up to me. With a soft, unsure laugh, I looked at the three who had caught me. The Perfects glared at me in different forms of hatred and disgust, while I couldn't help but be pressed into the dorm wall behind me, looking them over in hopes of some kind of escape.
"How did some half-pint brat like you even get into this school?" One snarled grabbing my collar as I couldn't help but raise my hands in surrender. I didn't exactly have a choice. I would not win this fight. Best to just take the beating and go on my way. I had places to be after all.
"There aren't really a lot of restrictions," I said honestly, offering a weak shrug, my back roughly being slammed into the wall as my feet were very much so not touching the ground. Heat rushing through my back as my eyes shook, my head pulsing and a liquid soon found the back of my neck. Suddenly, three bitches had turned into six.
"Who the blazen said you could speak?" Alright, okay, they're not going to hold back like the professors despite being so clearly stronger. I guess it'll hurt for a while then.
"What's with that look in your eyes? Huh? You really think you're going to walk away from this?" Opening my mouth I closed it and hummed, my head throbbing already and I was not exactly looking for a concussion. My glance slid to the one that demanded an answer but wasn't going to get one. It was a trap after all. "Ohhhh? You think you're better than us, huh?" They spat, slapping the arm forcefully holding me up.
I was not so gently released, my legs not catching myself as I found the ground with a grunt. My knees stung with my shins as I looked up at the three quick to get closer. To crowd around me, blocking the light behind them and any escape I had. "You're not one of us, half-bake, don't walk around as if you are," The final of the three said, his voice icy and glare just as harsh. Biting my lip as I looked t the wooden floors, my fists tightening against the chilled wood, an icy thrill racing up my spine.
"... Too bad you're the only ones who seem to think that, huh?" I couldn't help but give a wicked grin as my head shot back up to meet those hate-filled gazes. I already knew I was going to get the beating of a lifetime. There wasn't any reason for me to agree with them. By the time the first leg swung my hands were already covering my head, and with that, the day was already off to a bad start.
"... Lilith," Edward greeted, his gaze running over my disheveled self, my sore and throbbing arms clinging to a murky piece of glass that had helped me drag myself to his office. A warm liquid running down my face, forcing my good eye shut, as one of my legs was completely useless. Not listening and only reminding me of its existence through a sharp and consistent rush of pain. My uniform tore and ruffled, blood hidden away in its color, while I just offered a close-eyed grin.
"What are we doing today?" I strained, forcing myself into the small chair he kept in the corner. My shoulders dropped as a sigh left my mouth, my eyes closing again as my head fell back. Running my hand through my hair I wiped the blood from my face with my sleeve and looked back at the still-staring man.
"... We are to discuss what your position would hold when by my side," He said slowly, eyes on my slightly twisted leg.
"Really? Go one then, I'm all ears," I hummed, taking hold of the leg and forcing it to move in front of me. My shoulder flinched and brow twitched as I set it back down but smile unmoving as I met his gaze head-on not daring to waver.
"... While fighting among the Perfects is in fact not something I will be meddling with, you are holding more than your own reputation on your back." My fingers twitched as I couldn't help but narrow my eyes at the implication. Had I fought back, I'd of been beaten significantly worse. I had been cornered, ambushed really, by several upperclassmen of ranks I did not hold nor was I near without a weapon in hand nor permision to use my magic. It was better to minimize damages.
"I couldn't care less about reputation, Edward," I said with a sugary sweet smile. Mine was mild at best but in the gutter already. It couldn't get worse and I was known to be injured frequently. He knew that. Yet he still had to nerve to tell me I should have been worried about what people would say about him and his little boyband while I was being beaten half to death.
"Clearly," he deadpanned. A not-so-sudden regret pulled at me, wishing I had failed the potion I had given him. Wishing that those claws no mana shield could stand against had pierced right through him. At least left him with a scar. A reminder. "Now, Vince has vocalized a concern for your vision, he claims that you are in need of some form of corrections," he looked back to his paperwork without another word on the matter.
"I am perfectly able-"
"I've seen the records, I am aware of your previous check-ups, however, James has agreed that it would be best to recheck your right eye, given what had happened to it." He cut me off, merely reinking his quill. With a tight frown, I stumbled back onto my feet- earning his attention. Before he could open his mouth I had already begun talking.
"I'll be off to the medical wing then. Best to get it done now, rather than interrupt your busy schedule,"
