On the Wind We Ride

The Headmistress smiled in hopes of easing the tension. Freyja wasn't very outspoken in her class and she'd learned from a few other teachers that she was quiet in theirs as well. Nevertheless, in any class that didn't require outright magic, she excelled. Ben barely attempted to teach her, but that was to be expected with the experience she had. She was surpassing all the other students in runes, apparently. Professor Palladium said that she knew most of the futhark before he taught them to her and she applied them perfectly. She rarely, if ever, used magic. And it took some time if she was required to for class. She wasn't lacking, she was just jumpy. So, slowly as if to appease a timid mouse, she walked over to stand beside the student, getting another infuser egg down. She reached for the tea already down just as Freyja did and they both pulled back.

Freyja was quicker and took the top of it to place it beside the Headmistress.

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Or, Freyja Novak, a jumpy first year at Alfea is pulled into the drama of her suitemates, forcing her dark past into the open.