The Tale of Two Angels (School for Good and Evil fanfic)

Chapter 8

The first thing Frost noticed when he woke up were the restraints him down.

Several leather straps kept his body flat against the bed and judging from the jingling sound when moving his hands, those were chained. Wonderful.

The second thing he noticed was the breathing.

Somewhere on his left, soft and weak, there was breathing. His head felt like it was made of lead, but Frost managed to turn it enough to see the bed beside him. . . and the body on it. Rose was unconscious, pale, and looked very very dead. But she was breathing. Thank God she was still breathing.

"Good, you're finally awake."

The voice came from somewhere on his right, but he couldn't find the energy to move his head again.

"You've caused quite a bit of trouble, young man, and you've barely been here for a day." As the voice spoke, a figure entered his line of sight. It was hard to tell if the lady was in her thirties or fifties, but she had graying blue hair and bluebell eyes. "The injury of several of the staff, at least three students, and the frosting of several halls. You'd probably be in more trouble if you weren't a Reader."

As the woman bent over Rose, Frost found enough strength to speak. "Don't. . .don't touch. . .her," he rasped.

The woman hummed. She waved a thin, ruler-sized rod Frost hadn't noticed before and a glass of water appeared in her other hand. "Here, this should help." At Frost's suspicious gaze, she sighed. "I'm not here to harm you or her. If I planned on hurting either of you, you wouldn't be in the infirmary right now. If you're curious about the binds well, as I've said, I doubt that you've been on your best behavior recently."

Frost silently eyed the water as it was brought to his lips. He couldn't even find the energy to freeze it. With a reluctant sigh, he drank the cool fluid. "Thanks," he muttered.

"At least you're reasonable." She lifted the glass to eye level. The glass's outside it had fogged. "That was warm when I conjured it, you know."

Great, so all he could do was be a water chiller. The woman flicked her wand again, and a chair appeared before his bed. She sat on it, facing him.

"So, are you going to introduce yourself?" When the boy's eyes looked the other way, she frowned. Alright, maybe not so reasonable.

After a while, he mumbled something.

"Come again?"

"My name is Frost. Frost Gracehill."

Frost, how fitting. "I am Elaine Cygnelle, a professor and the dean of the School for Good," she said.

"The School for Good?" he repeated.

"Yes. You don't seem very surprised for a Reader."

He snorted. "A lot of things happened recently. I don't think I can be surprised anymore."

"Well, you certainly surprised me when you went on rampage around the school. Do you mind telling me how you were able to use magic?"

"It's not magic."

"So what is it?" she pressed.