The Curse ✔️

Chapter 17: Bread crumbs

Morta and I found Amma in my room, sitting on the floor, surrounded with candles, dozens of books and papers, the entire rainbow of highlighters and a spread sheet titled 'The mystery of H. Academy.'

"Well, shit!" Morta shouted, an expression of disappointment on her face. "Just when I began thinking she was normal."

"Amma, what are you doing?" I chuckled at Amma's bewildered face once she saw our silhouettes.

"I'm trying to solve our problem, of course." She pointed at the copy of my father's journal like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I downloaded a bunch of crap from Witchipedia, as well."

"Witchipedia is useless. Everything they put on has to go through the High Council." Morta murmured but kneeled next to her anyway, to see what she found.

"Of course, that's what I counted on. But-"

"Wait, wait, wait! We have to put some kind of protection on this room before you say anything." I remembered and Morta's eyes popped open. She quickly grabbed one of Amma's pens and a blank piece of paper.

"What are you doing?" Amma leaned over the paper curiously.

"I guess this is the moment we realise she's actually a genius." I kneeled next to them and looked at the paper. Morta drew multiple circles on the page, all intertwined with each other.

"It's air magic. Basically, you circulate the air so many times that all other particles start to follow it." Morta explained. "Once that happens, no sound is able to get out of the room."

"How do you know that?" I stared in awe.

"Uh, I passed Elemental Magic and this is my favourite spell to use when I bring a boy home." Morta smiled smugly. "Nobody will sense it, the school is overflowing with magic because of the party."

"Ha, who would've thought? You actually learned something in this school." I focused my magic on the piece of paper and imagined the air circulating as Morta described. Amma and her did the same.

The air whooshed around us, warm and gentle, but strong enough to close the door we left open. Soft, air magic enveloped us in its embrace, caressing my skin and reminding me of warm summer nights.

"Jade, would you have the honour? You're good with rhymes." Morta nodded at me and I blushed slightly. The rhyme creating was one of my favourite parts of magic.

"A few secrets and a little bit of air, close all doors and make this game fair." The air carried my words around the room, becoming almost visible in its linear trajectory. The wind slammed into the windows and doors, shaking the room.

"Okay, it's done." Morta nodded towards Amma. "What did you find?"

"Well," Amma cleared her throat as we sat in a circle, a bunch of papers and a bottle of witch's brew in the middle, "I searched the Witchipedia, trying to find something of use and then I remembered Dominic." The frog, that quietly hopped out of the shadows of my bed, clearly summoned by his name. "I decided I wanted to upload the process of creating Dominic, for scientific purposes. I emailed Professor Lorenia for permission and she told me that the Headmaster has to approve."

"It would save them so much time if Professors could give permission on their own." I noticed. But Witchipedia was no joke, everything had to be approved by higher authorities.

"Yes, but Professor Lorenia said the Headmaster was magically connected to the server and no matter where he is or what he's doing, trivial stuff like this gets approved in a matter of seconds." Amma's azure eyes glowed with excitement under the light of the candles around us. "I also got points for extra credit." She added proudly.