A Paroxysm of Magic

"Why on Earth are your hands such a brilliant shade of violet?" Zypher exclaimed, with a perfectly arced eyebrow raised towards the heavens in a questioning stance.
"That is a very good question that I am under absolutely no obligation to answer," I replied, stuffing my very noticeable hands into the pockets of my hoodie. "Now, shoo you sweaty nyancat personified."

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When Faye Matthews starts her final leg of secondary school, she expects normalcy and the calming rhythm of monotonous everyday life; taunted only by her vivid dreams of adventure. Especially since the bane of her existence; IGCSE's are approaching rather quickly.
However, it soon becomes clear that the playful deities of fate do not share the same ideals.

Behold, Zypher Blade the dork of the century. You definitely would not expect a to be 16 year old to have such a forlorn fascination with law and the milky way. Neither would you expect him to have a hipster fairy godmother; equipped with a sense of deadly humour.

Add a catalyst of being the victims of the same bully:
Hence, you get, a paroxysm of magic.