A Werewolf's Promise (Scarwood Chronicles #1)

Chapter 11: How Similar We Become

"So, how did you guys go for the safety test?"

"Well, we're not in the air, are we?"

It was now two days after they had witnessed the epic Mag-Com round, and the first-years were once again having a flying class. Well, without the flying part. The group had been so distracted by the spectacle last time, that they had paid little attention to what the teacher had been saying. So naturally, none of them passed the safety test, (well, Asteria Bones did pass, but she made the wise decision to wait for the rest of the class to catch up, probably because her sister was giving her a death glare the whole time) so they were grounded for one more lesson.

"Argh, this sucks!" Rosa said, lying back down on the field of grass.

"I think that's a skill issue on your part," Sugar mused, flicking through her test, "You confused your lefts and your rights for the whole test."

"Not like you did much better..." Rosa muttered, but ultimately decided not to fight the insult.

Because quite frankly, she had been very distracted.

Ever since they first encountered the Second-Year Hecate cohort, Rosa had been borderline obsessed with the red-haired girl, Wendolyn.

"Her name's Wendolyn Graves," she had shared to Knight and Sugar over breakfast the previous morning, "but she goes by Wendy most of the time."

"Graves? I've heard of them. They're an okay family, people did say that their magical prowess went down in recent generations, though I guess we know that's not true." Sugar said, poking at a particularly soggy cornflake.

"Also, she's an electricity witch, which means that she's an elemental like me." Rosa said with a dreamy tone to her voice, "she's also an only child, and she's got a magical tattoo of her star sign on her shoulder."

"Wait, are people that young allowed to get tattoos?" Knight said, curious.

"How did you know all this?" Sugar said, mildly appalled.

Sugar reminded himself not to get on Rosa's nerves too much from now on. Who knows what she might dig up on him?

Her obsession got even worse when they went to their Magic History class yesterday afternoon. As the class before them walked out, who else would it be other than Wendy's class?

"Man, Magic History is so much more interesting with Miss Nightblood... I can't believe that it actually worked though..." Jayden said lazily, drinking from a very large bottle, "I owe you guys one."

"No worries, that's what friends are for." Wendy smiled.

"Let me read your fortune."

"... sorry Rina, I think I'll pass."

As they walked by, Sugar was pretty sure that Rosa's eyes were as wide as he had ever seen them. And they only got wider as Headmistress Nighblood stuck her head out of the door.

"You may enter. Miss Almenara, I sincerely do hope you have not copied your homework from your brothers." she said, voice as flat and bored as usual.

As they had gotten seated, Rosa had excitedly asked:

"You teach the Hecate Course?"

"Why wouldn't I?" was the nonchalant reply.

Rosa then spent the lesson trying to pry as much information about poor Wendolyn Graves from Miss Nightblood as possible, and ultimately getting nowhere. Though, Sugar had to admit, it was the first time he had seen the headmistress so amused.

Now as they sat on the back oval, it didn't seem like her obsession was waning anytime soon, as her gaze once again drifted to the Mag-Com ring.

"Ugh, whatever." Sugar tossed the test papers aside, "We have Ignatio next, right?"