The Curse ✔️

Chapter 39: Road to Nowhere

I haven't considered how I'd feel if I actually slept with Leon. I've thought about whether I should do it in extensive detail, and imagined how I'd feel before and during the act, but until tonight, a part of me truly believed I wouldn't do it.

Now, I felt weird.

I felt even weirder walking back to my dorm on such an obvious walk of shame, especially once I reached Amma's room and realised everyone was inside.

"Fuck me." I mumbled as I knocked.

"Come in." Amma's hushed tone reached me.

I opened the door; Amma was standing in front of her trusty blackboard, coloured chalks in her hand, Morta was sitting in the chair, her hands draped over the sides and her eyes narrowing at me, Eugene was leaning against the table. None other than Thar Adara stood next to him.

Surprised, I checked my phone.

They decided to meet earlier. They were waiting for me for over half an hour.

"Where's Dean?" I asked, not sure whether to pull my hem down or cover my cleavage.

Of course, I couldn't help but look at Thar, but he didn't look at me.

"He left." Morta's smile was tight. "We're very tired, you know?"

"Yes, I know, I'm sorry." I tried to come up with an excuse. "The- uh- the cleaning took longer than anticipated."

"Ha." Morta raised an eyebrow. "Didn't know your father's office was in Leon's room."

I glared at her, my heart skipping a beat. This time, Thar did look at me, his expression one of realisation.

"Leave it to Morta to make things awkward." Amma murmured.

Thar looked away and cleared his throat, "Professor Darth filled me in on what's been happening behind my back."

I leaned against the wall, unusually hesitant to come any closer.

"Once again, I think one thing is quite clear." He continued. "You should have come to me with this. Perhaps then we wouldn't have almost been attacked by a demon, the Vice Mage's office wouldn't have burned down, and no student would have been deemed a suspect for lighting it on fire."

"We don't know how it caught on fire." I lied. "It could have been the magic in the backyard, from the party."

"Well, you've orchestrated the party, didn't you?" Thar glanced at me, gaze cutting and cold. "And you've orchestrated the game in the backyard. In my book, it's your fault either way."

"Someone had to do something." I said.

"That someone aren't a bunch of nineteen-year-olds."

"I'm actually twenty two." Eugene mumbled.

"Not really acting our age, are we?" Thar looked at him, and Eugene shut up. "Anyway, Darth has agreed to run his own tests on the sample of the black ooze. He has his own ideas about who's going to be present during the tests."

"We're obviously all going to be present." Morta said.

"Obviously not." Thar cut in. "Anyway, while you were trying your hardest to give us all away, Lange and I tried to locate the Headmaster."

I looked up, as did everyone else in the room.

"You were right." Thar sighed, hands falling to the edge of the table. "We couldn't sense his spirit. There is a possibility that he's dead."

"Crap." Amma broke the chalk in her hand, her eyes widened as the chalk dust fell on her carpet. "Shit."

I moved from the wall, "What now?"