Aza Sterlings

[28] Fire Dancers

FIRE DANCERS

Months passed until I finally lost track of time. The cold midNovember breeze came by and if Natalina haven't reminded me of the school's Elemental Fest, I wouldn't know what time of the year it is. The three of us sat inside the library. Books out, quills rested on the table. Ink splattered on my arm and I have no intention of getting it clean anytime soon.

"I hope they'll invite knights this year!" Natalina cheered in a dreamy expression. Beau cleared his throat and motioned the sheet of parchment that fell from her hands.

"I don't understand witches. Why do they like the knights? They're creepy control devils---"

"That are smoking hot!"

"Your definition of 'smoking hot' doesn't even have a reality check!"

"Psh! You're just insecure, Beau. Yeah, being a pureblood's not that appealing, huh?"

Beau Bremingtons scowled at her.

I laughed at my two closest friends. They're at it again. Recently, these two would always argue about the simplest things and it's really entertaining to witness their childish debates. I burried myself in 'The Encoding of Mythical Creatures' Volume two. Lucky for us, classes ended earlier than expected today. Preparations for tomorrow's really giving us a load of free time to just slack off and do nothing this afternoon.

Natalina hesitantly asked, "Hey? Umm.. Any news on Clinwoods' whereabouts?"

Instantly, I close my book and stood up. "I gotta go. Lincoln's waiting up for me at the common room. See you guys later!" I struggled with my bag and walked out of the library with questioning stares from the two.

It's been months since I saw Matt Clintwood. He completely vanished after that night when Professor Vizor chocked him. Auntie said he ran away after being accused of stealing the files. Of course I believed that; I highly doubt Professor Vizor scared him off anyway. Matt's not the type of guy that would be scared of anything. I guess he's just saving himself the trouble of being called a criminal by the administrators.

I approached the training room and not surprisingly, Lincoln's handsome facw greeted me. Ever since Matt left, Lincoln was assigned to replace him as my tutor. And now we're more than halfway passed the lessons I've missed in my first year.

"Hey, beautiful. Why the long face?"

I shook my head and forced myself to smile. Shoving the thoughts of Matt to the deepest parts of my mind, I answered, "Nothing. I just feel a little drained, but I think I can do a couple of lessons."

He nodded, looking worried. "If you want a thirty-minute break, just say so. Come on, I'll show you how to do the healing spell."

I gasped when he suddenly slashed his hand with a dagger. Blood oozed out of the deep cut. "L-Lincoln! A-Are you---"

"Don't worry about this." He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the bleeding wound. "Levricapilus."

And just like that, the blood on his hand crawled back to where it came from and the wound healed rapidly by itself. Lincoln showed me his supposed injured hand. It's as if nothing happened.. Cool. He then poked my cheek and slashed his hand again. I cringe at the sight of red. He laughed. "Come on, you do it."

I took in a deep breath and fished out my wand.

*

"I never knew you have talent in healing charms, Az. I'm proud of you." Lincoln said whilst walking back to our dorm. I bumped into a Strayhound brunette who rolled her eyes at me. Seriously, Lincoln's fangirls are really getting on my nerve!