"Big news!" I squealed as I walked over to the little table where my small group of friends resided.
"You persuaded Gultshire to give us extra credit?" Jenny asked, her eyes lighting up as if Christmas had come early.
"No..." I said, a smirk building on my face.
"We have another dueling meet this week?" Claire gasped, reaching her hands out and impatiently tapping the table as she dramatically lay her body on the little table space that wasn't covered in dinnerware. "I have been practicing for weeks in order to get those shitballs from Janetier Academy to get hint and leave me alone,"
"I wish," I sighed.
"No way am I asking," Chelsie huffed, scooping up her fork and knife as she slowly started to eat her steak. "Just tell us."
"I never asked you guys to guess." I retorted.
"You kind of insinuated it by just telling us you have news and then not telling us what it is." She sang, rolling her eyes.
"It's called a dramatic pause," I informed her, imitating the sing-song voice and the eye roll.
"And it's unnecessary." Chelsie retorted.
"A lot of things are unnecessary," I sighed, pushing back frustration as I attempted to keep my head on straight. "Like how you always have to add that one word to each spell, all because you want to see the pink sparks."
"Guys," Jenny pleaded. "Just stop fighting,"
"Can you just tell us?" Claire asked.
"I'm transferring schools," I announced.
"To which one?" Jenny gasped.
"You're leaving Madam Pennyworth's?" Claire yelped.
"I am transferring into to Clarence Academy of Magic," I proudly told them.
"Don't you have to be super smart and talented in order to get into there?" Chelsie asked.
"Well yeah," I laughed, shaking my head. "I've already been accepted. I leave at the end of this week."
"You're leaving in a day?" Claire gasped, standing up and squeezing me tightly into a hug. "You're leaving me?"
"I'll see you guys at meets and whatever else the schools collaborate for," I told her, hugging her back.
"Don't guys go to that school?" Chelsie asked.
"Of course they do," I sighed. "It's an integrated school that only takes the best of the best."
"You're the lowest in our class." Chelsie pointed out. "You never hand in homework, you never study for exams, extra credit isn't a thing to you, how on earth did you make it into Clarence?"
"You underestimate me," I snapped. "You don't know me at all." Suddenly Madam Shromie stood up at the front of the room.
"May I have your attention please?" She called out, her voice echoing around the large room as conversations died. "Now, we have the honor to have a student accepted into Clarence Academy of Magic. I am pleased to announce that Isabella Gezarin will be leaving for Clarence tomorrow afternoon." All around the room, whispers erupted, people kept glancing at me, Chelsie glaring at me. It was well known that she was the highest in our class, that was part of the reason we argued so much.
"I can't believe you're going to a school with boys!" Jenny whispered across the table.
"Of course she is," Chelsie hissed. "It's so that our school gets rid of that slut."
"Chelsie!" Claire gasped.
"What?" Chelsie demanded. "That's what usually happens to girls so dumb their own administration pays to ship her off."
"For your information," I hissed back, "I had to take several entrance exams, including duels and written exams. There was also a seer to oversee the exam process."
"I-" Chelsie started to protest, before huffing. "I still don't see it. You're the bottom of the class. You are the least likely to get into Clarence."
"And yet here I am," I declared. "I'm the one who was admitted to Clarence and you're stuck here in Madam Pennyworth's" With that, she stormed off. I rolled my eyes and turned to Jenny and Claire.
"I'm allowed to bring up to three friends to escort me tomorrow..." I said, a smirk building.
"So who are you planning on bringing?" Jenny asked. Claire slapped her hand to her face.
"Me and you," Claire sighed. "Who else does she talk to?"
"Literally nobody else," I laughed. "Everyone else is too boring to handle my awesomeness."
"Or your insanity," Jenny chirped.
"Or how you lie through your teeth," Claire asked.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said sweetly, batting my eyes. "I never lie."
"You convinced the teachers to not disclose your scores so that you could seem dumb," Claire stated. "You wanted them to tell everyone that you were getting Fs when in reality you are getting Cs and Bs."
"How do you figure that?" I asked.
"You have an F in gym class," Claire pointed out. "And you participate more than most people who have As."
"Okay," I sighed. "Maybe I don't like seeing all those low grades and then one high grade. It just irritates me."
"Only you would be bothered by that." Claire laughed.
"True that!" I snickered. "Come help me start to pack!"
"Jez woman," Jenny sighed. "We're coming." She then pulled Claire and me out of our seats and marched arm in arm through the large doors that led us out to the maze of corridors that made up the complicated system of Madam Pennyworth's School of Witchcraft. Laughter echoed down the halls as we took off running up the passages, ducking behind paintings and sneaking through the shortcuts of the school that we had learned by heart. Chelsie had been with us to learn every one of them, laughing as we ran into walls and helping to hide when we needed to avoid being seen by the staff. That had been when the four of us had been first admitted a few years ago. No one knew the floors of the school better than I did, not even my friends. As slipped behind the curtain that led to my dorm room, I frowned, realizing that this could be my last time in these halls.
"I'm going to miss you so much," Jenny sighed as she tore apart my closet.
"I'll miss you guys a lot too," I reassured her. "It's going to be hard transferring to a school where most of the other students my age have been together for a few years already. I'll keep in touch with you guys the entire time I'm there, I promise."
"You'd better keep that promise," Claire demanded, throwing a large suitcase onto my bed. "I don't know what I'll do without my best friend."
"Hey!" Jenny yelped "What am I, torn shrew?" I let out a short laugh as she threw one of Claire's pillows at her. In return, Clair threw one back.
"Guys," I yelled, running in between the two of them. "We need to finish this packing!" I was thrown to the ground as the strong force of a pillow slammed into my back. The two girls froze as I lay on the ground and looked at the object. Their eyes sparkled with laughter when I jumped off the floor and smacked the pillow into Jenny's arm. It wasn't long until the three of us were laying on the floor, bright grins on our faces as we lay, covered in feathers and empty pillowcases.
Word count: 1224
Completed: Dec. 4, 2017
Edited: Jan. 18, 2019
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Broken Promises
Random"If there's one thing I can promise you it's that I'll never leave you. You're the only one who believes I can succeed." Don't let her name fool you. Every villain has her story.
