Magic High: Utility Belt

Chapter Eight: The Hall of Fame

When I walked across the hallway today, towards my Division Area, I could tell that the main topic of discussion was the faceoff between me and the dudes last night. Rose took care of the broken bottle injury, after I took a really long hot soak in my tub this morning. Then Fred inspected me and took inventory, noting that I had no broken parts. So I was also fine enough to walk into the Division 12 room today and not many people could tell that I had been in a fight.

       But not so for the five guys, especially Edward and Rufus. The fiery undulation that I conjured up during the fight made them suffer serious third degree burns. I did not see them throughout that day; neither did I receive threats from anyone. But I knew that once those guys healed, they were going to start looking for ways to bring me down.

    I was summoned to appear before the board that afternoon. I tried to explain it all away without mentioning the part that I got involved in but it was impossible. I was probably going to face the consequences soon.

     They gave me a long hard stare. Suddenly they all started laughing.

   “Oh my… Master Damian, you can be quite funny indeed. The test that Professor Rowan mapped out for you was supposed to be scheduled next week. He didn’t inform us and because of that, we had no hand in whatever happened in that forest. Heck yeah, anything that happens off camp grounds is not our problem. As long as the professor wasn’t attacked himself, no camp rules were violated. Besides, the Grayden you’re talking about has a long list of camp offences on his record, so we don’t mind his getting into trouble for his bad attitude. Maybe you didn’t know that… that’s why you seemed scared…?” Mrs. Eileen, the secretary laughed.

    They had a good time laughing about it then they let me off with a warning, and I left.

    Later that day, as me and Fred were passing the field around two, we heard a voice call out to us.

    “Hey you, the two guys over there. Can you help us out with some fight demonstration techniques?”

   We grinned at each other. So we were now the experts qualified enough to handle something as important as a fight demonstration. Life could be quite funny at times. We hustled over there and for about six minutes, Fred taught them what he knew, and I taught them what I knew too.

    That was how my life started… and would continue to be, here at Magic High, the Academy for only the fearless, the brave, the absolute gifted.