Magic Is Overrated

CH. 8: Uh Oh

"Since no one else will give me a chance, I'll give myself a chance."

It's a good thing it's Thursday, I won't miss many classes. But with these lightning shoes, I shouldn't miss much at all. My plan for my second chance is to use these "As fast as lightning" shoes to run home and gather some supplies to help myself if I need more than healing to help out. And I know the University won't hand everything I need to me without any questions. I'm very glad that my parents agreed to let me practice potions and incantations when I was little, it has truly helped me out now, especially. It's also extremely convenient that my parents haven't moved from my childhood home, it's only thirty minutes from the University. But with these shoes, it's ten minutes. That's the one pro about these shoes. Great timing, terrible dizziness after use. It varies with every magical but it's not the absolute worst for me.

The one thing that's keeping me going is the thought of proving myself to everyone. I'm not always scared or frozen when in dangerous situations. I want to help. I know I can help.

I just need a little push.

I want to prove to Desmond that I can teleport and that I'm worth taking to important meetings and situations.

The trees beamed at me with their vibrant red and orange leaves. Under my moving shoes, the crunching sounds of the fallen leaves kept my ears full and satisfied.

Finally, I could see the town sign, and not long before spotting it, it was already behind me.

Toganoxy.

Home sweet home.

Toganoxy was a comfortable town outside of the university, so this town is full of magicals. Of course, there are only a few human families that reside here which only do so because of the cheap taxes of humans residing and gaining the trust of magicals.

I slowed my feet to take in my hometown.

It's out of view and the amount of magical yards from the university. If anything bad happened, they wouldn't feel the energy or magic. No one would know of what might happen in Whisprue as most magicals never relied on television, but instead, the daily prophets that fairies dropped off at the doorstep.

Only a block from the town's church is my home. I got to our street and could see the windows open with a bit of fog on them from how warm it must've been inside. My back tingled as a whisper of wind came through.

I do miss home.

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Eleanora's feet stopped at the doorstep. The woman pondered before turning the golden knob and opening the dark brown doors to be greeted by a small dog. A rowdy little thing, as if it were the soldier to protect this house. It's attacking seized after hearing the witch coo at it.

"Lily!" The woman scooped the small dog in her arms and shut the doors with her foot. "You've gotten a bit heavier, Mom's spaghetti is not helping your guys' diet."

"Oh please. That stops when Brandy comes over with her homemade margaritas for girls' night." An older man appeared from the darkened hall to Eleanora's right.

To the left of the two was a comfortable living room lit up by a small fireplace.

"I didn't know Brandy is still trying her hand at margs?" The girl smiled as she put down the animal and hugged her father.

"I'm glad you stopped by, mom made hot chocolate with her special medicine for the upcoming winter season."

The two walked forward to the kitchen that was hidden behind a wall on the right.