CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
(slight sexual themed)
THE AIR IN THE ARITHMANCEY CLASSROOM WAS thick with the quiet tension of concentration. Quills scratched against parchment as students worked through a complex set of equations under the sharp eye of Professor Vector, a meticulous woman whose presence demanded precision. Her voice, usually calm and measured, occasionally cut through the silence to offer direction or clarification.
Lyra sat near the back of the class, her quill moving smoothly across her parchment. Numbers, symbols, and patterns flowed easily in her mind, like pieces of a puzzle clicking into place. To her, Arithmancy was less a challenge and more a satisfying exercise in logic. Beside her, Daphne worked with equal focus, though her brow furrowed occasionally as she double-checked her calculations.
When the quiz ended, Professor Vector moved gracefully between the rows, collecting the students' parchments. She barely glanced at the stack of papers before her, placing them neatly on her desk as the class waited in anticipation for the results. Lyra leaned back in her chair, entirely unbothered. She had felt confident about the quiz—more so than usual.
After a brief pause, Professor Vector turned to face the class, her gaze sharp and appraising. "Well," she began, her tone carrying just enough gravity to make the room still. "I must say I'm impressed. Most of you did reasonably well, though there were a few errors that suggest some of you need to review your rune sets and formulaic interpretations."
A low murmur rippled through the room, as some students exchanged nervous glances. Lyra remained unbothered, crossing her arms lazily.
Professor Vector continued. "However, one student achieved perfection on this quiz—a flawless score. Congratulations, Miss Black."
Lyra's lips quirked into a small, satisfied smirk as the room shifted in reaction. Daphne nudged her with a triumphant grin, while a few others muttered under their breath. Granger, seated closer to the front, froze for a moment before her brows furrowed, her quill poised mid-air. The Gryffindor swiveled slightly in her seat to glance back at Lyra, her expression somewhere between confusion and irritation.
As Professor Vector handed back the quizzes, Lyra's paper was placed neatly on her desk with a bold "100%" marked at the top in scarlet ink. Daphne received hers shortly after, a commendable "92%" displayed on hers. Both girls exchanged smug looks as the rest of the class reviewed their scores with varying degrees of satisfaction—or frustration.
When the lesson ended, Professor Vector dismissed them with a sharp clap of her hands, and the students began filing out. Lyra gathered her things with no real hurry, knowing she had no particular place to be next. Daphne lingered beside her, chatting about something or other, though Lyra only half-listened.
As they stepped into the corridor, the familiar sound of determined footsteps approached from behind them. Lyra turned slightly, her silver eyes narrowing when she saw Hermione Granger walking briskly toward her, her expression tight with purpose.
"Granger?" Lyra said, her tone dry as she stopped in her tracks, Daphne pausing beside her. "What do you want?"
Hermione hesitated for half a second, as though debating her next words. "How did you get a hundred on the quiz?" she asked, her voice tinged with suspicion.
Lyra raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Wouldn't you like to know?" she replied smoothly, her voice light but cutting. Daphne let out a scoff beside her, crossing her arms as she leaned against the stone wall.
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