Everall | The Magicae

Eight - Marianne

 The first time it happened, I was terrified until I turned back. Even then I was scared, that it would happen again, that someone would find out, you name it. Now I can turn back and forth as easily as if it were a second nature.

Ben, my only brother, still doesn't know. Actually, no one does. Although many people have seen Midnight, they certainly don't know it was me, and I still made it back to class on time. I'm what is now starting to be called a Feles. If I remember right, it means either dog or cat in English, but considering the nature of our abilities, I would assume it means cat.

If you mean to ask why only recently have we started to be called Feles, That would be because of a certain teacher and one of my best friends, of which I have few, because my nose is most of the time in a book.

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Elijah's head is on her desk, her hand perched under her so she can rest her neck and still read the class material. I only look up from my own book, which I must note is not the one we are reading, (Because I have already read it.) when the teacher looks up and asks her student to take off her hat.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Martin, but I can't do that. My head is really, really cold," Elijah responds as she lifts her head to look at the teacher, the lie smooth off her lips.

Ms. Martin stands up and replies, "Then I'll turn the air up, but your hat is distracting. Off with it." The English literature teacher, Ms. Martin, tends to be dramatic in the ways she speaks.

"Is anyone distracted by my hat?" My best friend asks the class. No one agrees nor denies what the teacher said or answers her question.

Ms. Martin strides over, deciding to be willful rather than send her to the office or give her detention, which doesn't actually happen a ton. Placing a hand on Eli's desk, she says again, but more sternly, "Hat. Off." Eli shakes her head, her dark blue eyes catching the light in a way that doesn't make any sense. Her long, and quite wavy I might add, deep brown hair falls lightly over her shoulders. Longer than most girls can grow their hair, then again, Eli's natural testosterone probably still has some effect on her body, even after she started taking estrogen. The freckles on her face make her look younger even than she is.

Elijah is the only other freshman who skipped grades, so we immediately clicked.

Ms. Martin sighs before all but snatching her hat, and it falls to the floor. Everyone gasps as they stare at her, although Elijah remains calm, not something I would've done. "Can I have my hat back, please?" Out from her hair sits two perfectly groomed 'cat' ears. Many people would think they were fake, but considering all the weird things happening recently, not one person questioned it. Ms. Martin stands frozen in place as every student starts to look at each other with confusion in their eyes.

When she doesn't answer, Elijah just bends down and picks her hat back up before securing it on her head. Seconds later, the bell rings and very few of us actually get up to leave. Most people are stunned and only snap back into action as one of the now moving students claps to draw everyone's attention to him, "Hello? Guys, the bell rang, we can leave."

As Elijah and I get up to leave, nearly bumping into a few people because the door is small. "So," Elijah begins as we walk up to her locker. Click, click. Click. Click. Her locker combination is easy to remember, and to see if you have eyes like ours. 8823. "How did you know?"

"Know what?" I ask, not entirely sure what she means.

"How did you know about my ears?" I raise an eyebrow at her, "Oh, come on, you're the only one who didn't look surprised when Ms. Martin took my hat, which means you knew. How?"