A Werewolf's Promise (Scarwood Chronicles #1)

Chapter 9: So Cats DO Like The Sun

This wasn't fair.

Sugar aggressively wiped a tear from his face.

Why did he have to get stuck with such a lame Mana type? He knew his mother didn't really care about that stuff, but he did. She always had such a calm approach to everything, saying that stuff like lineage and legacy didn't matter, it was one's skill that mattered. As if!

And even if it did: being a stupid Mineral Witch put him at a disadvantage already. He was going to have to use more Mana to do spells and—

"Are you done?"

Sugar lifted his gaze to meet the bored eyes of a certain white Persian cat.

"What do you mean, 'are you done', Why are you here? Aren't you... the headmistress' familiar?"

"... wait. You can hear me?!"

"Um." Sugar paused, slowly realising the gravity of what he had revealed, before trying to give his most casual smile,"yes?"

The cat blinked at him, before her mouth stretched into a smile.

"I see, you're one of those kiddos. Don't worry, I'm not going to tell on ya."

Sugar breathed a small sigh of relief. A familiar was magically bound to any promise they made, so he knew he was safe.

"Thanks, miss cat."

"I have a name, you know. It's Mimi." the cat sniffed, "well, at least you stopped crying now. I can't stand the sound of children crying, especially when I was sleeping so soundly..."

Sugar slowly lifted his head and looked around the corner, just to see a sign that said: Headmistress' Office. He had been too concerned with finding a place without people that he hadn't even noticed he was here.

"So I am," he sniffed.

"Hmph, took you long enough to notice," Mimi said, preening her paws, "You're really just like your mother, y'know?"

"Y-you know my mother?"

"Hun, who doesn't know your mother?" Mimi said with a bored yawn, "but if you really must know, your mother and Bea were in the same graduating class."

"Bea?"

Sugar's attention was now long-departed from his previous predicament, now fully engrossed in this story about the connection between his mother and the headmistress.

"Ah, it's just a nickname I use for Beatrix. But still, it is quite humorous, fufu."

"What's so funny?" he said cautiously

"To think the way I meet both of you is because you both had a little tantrum..."

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"That's not fair!"

Sybil Thorn slammed her hand on the desk, sending a fluffy white cat skittering off back to the comfort of her witch's lap, hissing all the while. This seemed to make her realise the violence of her accident, and she sighed, her hand slowly balling up into a fist, "Sorry..."

"But still, Headmaster Kingston, I really don't think it's fair that I have to be in detention too, I was simply trying to clean up the... mess that Beatrix made."

She gave a sharp glare to the pink-haired witch, who was currently comforting her familiar, before turning her gaze back onto the bespectacled headmaster. His moustache was curved upwards in a slightly amused smile, confusing Sybil, but before she could say anything more, Headmaster Kingston made his reply: