Alethea is a kind-hearted girl carrying the weight of the Magic Dimension on her shoulders. Read as she tries to find her place in a world full of chaos, while she herself is anything but. Adjusting to a life filled with danger when all she wants is...
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Alethea's POV:
I let out a soft sigh, my gaze drifting out of the window in Miss Griselda's office. The sound of rain, tapping lightly against the glass like a soft, persistent wave, filled my ears, almost drowning out the lecture we were getting. I wasn't quite processing the punishment for sneaking out to Cloud Tower, losing our magic in the process. I was too busy trying to make sense of why, when I was with my friends, things always seemed to turn out like this—so problematic. The rhythmic pitter-patter of droplets against the window acted as a strange, weathered shield against the weight of the situation.
"Uhm, Griselda?" Flora's hesitant voice broke through the fog in my mind. I blinked, coming back to reality just in time to meet the cold, unyielding glare of Miss Griselda. "We were just wondering when we might get our powers back?"
"Your little field trip to Cloud Tower was unacceptable," Miss Griselda snapped, her eyes narrowing further. "Not to mention dangerous! You were lucky you weren't turned into something worse and sold to the circus. So no, you won't be getting your powers back anytime soon, but that's just the start of your punishment."
Flora, ever the gentle soul, meekly inquired, "What's the rest of it?" I shifted uneasily, catching the glint of something in Miss Griselda's eyes—a look that would probably make even the Trix flinch.
"You will not leave campus for the next two days," Miss Griselda explained with a serious tone, and I cocked my head in confusion, wondering how this could possibly be considered a punishment for what we'd done days ago.
"We get to veg out all weekend?" Stella's voice rang out, the excitement in her tone barely contained as she flashed me an enthusiastic glance. "Not exactly a punishment, Miss G."
My friends burst into laughter at her comment, and despite my own serious composure, I couldn't help but smile a little. I didn't want to make things worse, especially after what we'd just been through.
"There will be no 'vegging' out," Miss Griselda retorted sharply, her smirk barely concealing her amusement. She handed Stella a broom, and I let out a resigned sigh, already dreading what she'd say next. "Here you go, Miss Stella, your new best friend."
Tecna immediately pulled out her device, the familiar clattering sound of her typing filled the air as she began researching the broom. "What an interesting relic of primitive technology," she mused. I stifled a snort as she searched for a manual.
"There won't be a manual, Miss Tecna," Miss Griselda stated, her tone icy as she swiftly closed Tecna's device with an expression of disapproval.
Tecna gasped in horror, her face drained of color as if Miss Griselda had just told her that the world was flat. "No... no manual?!"
