Chapter Three
~Rythian's POV~
Miss signalled for Zoey to stand by her side and introduced her. I didn't bother to listen until Zoey began speaking. I must admit, I was slightly surprised by the vegetarian thing, but kept that feeling to myself. Without realising, I started to gaze into her bronze eyes, thinking about her. 'Does she like me? Does she think I look weird? Does she know she's drop-dead gorgeous?' I snapped out of my thoughts at the last question, realising what I had asked myself, and the fact that she had seen I was looking at her. I quickly went back to drawing on my arm, I was in the middle of a 'masterpiece' I had started in R.E. It was a scene where a crooked mage tower stood on top of a high cliff, overlooking the ocean. I was just finishing up the roof of the tower, designed to look like a drooping wizard hat, when Zoey came and sat in the desk next to me. I was on the end of the back row, so there was only one desk to right of me. No one wanted it because they said I looked creepy and weird. But, I guess they are entitled to their own opinion. Everyone seemed to whisper little things to their partners, like; Does she know that he's gone to jail once? Pfft. That was for something I didn't mean to do. I didn't want to infect my sister and kill her did I? It was my stepfather who was the creul one, always beating me and kicking me. Then I heard Sips, the leader of the school bullies, whisper to his sidekick Sjin. He said; Did you know, he apparently ran away from home to practise Dark Magic? The running away bit was true, but I never have and never will practise dark magic. This curse was placed on me by another, not by myself! Why would I scar myself?
"So, class! Take out your revision books please! Today we are going to be looking at planning for our reward writing!" Miss Lom said in an abnormally cheery voice, as always. Everybody groaned, including me. Apart from Zoey, who raised her hand to ask what reward writing was. Miss explained that at the beginning of every term, we all do a piece of assesment writing. And if its really good, you get a reward, like having the afternoon to do whatever you want. After class, I stalked back to my locker, and changed my trainers for my heavy black boots. I rushed to the boys' bathroom, where no one goes because it stinks, and changed them. I agree with the rest of the boys, but lucky for me I can cast a spell that makes it so I can't smell anything. There's one for every other sense too, including eyesight. The sound one is very useful for when you want some peace and quiet to think. The boots that I was wearing had metal plates in the soles, making them hard-wearing, but also very heavy. That is, to people who don't wear them almost everyday. I had only worn my trainers because I left my boots in my locker yesterday. As I went to put the trainers away, I saw Zoey decorating her locker. Rather stylishly too. Not that I'm an expert on fashion or style or anything, but I have an idea of what looks good and what doesn't. Suddenly, I realise her locker is directly next to mine. What a coincedence. I check my planner to see my next class, and I'm pleased to see that magic class is next. Taught by one of my favourite teachers; Professer Nilesy. I grab my spell book, and with a slight smirk on my face, began to trudge down the hall. Its not the boots that weigh me down, so much as my thoughts. My thoughts about her. Then, who other than Zoey herself do I bump into the back of on my way there?
"Oh, Sorry. I should have been paying attention to where I was going, I just can't stop myself daydreaming." I apolagized as quick as I could. Then I saw the book she was holding as she turned around to look at me. "You're going to magic class?" I asked.
"Well, I'm meant to be. I'm not really sure where I'm going." She said, looking at her feet, sighing.
"Would you like me to show you where it is?" I offered, smiling under my mask. She looked up at me, smiled and relaxed. Then she started to follow me to the magic room. Half way there, I decided it was too quiet.
"I think you're really going to like Professer Nilesy. He's really quirky, in a good way." I said, breaking the silence.
"Really?!" She said, exstatic.
"Really. He's one of my favourite teachers, and I can never wait to see him again. He's a friend as well as teacher." I smiled. I had never smiled this much in one day before. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Sometimes though, I teach him! He can be quite forgetful sometimes." She giggled at that. It made me feel, how to phrase it, warm and fluffy inside. I had never thought that I had the power to make someone laugh, especially a girl. Zoey then challenged me to a race, but little did she know that I was one of the fastest in the school. Despite only being Y12. I won, and we slowed to a walk. Then I realised I hadn't seen Ravs all morning. But I calmed down, as I remembered that he sat next to me in class. This time, my desk was on the second row, and second to the end. I was told to sit there because Prof. Nilesy wanted me close to the front. The desk on my left was free, the only free one in the class may I add, and my right was taken by Ravs, which I was thankful for. Nobody in the school seems to like me, apart from Ravs, Prof. Nilesy and this new girl, Zoey. But I expected mine and her's friendship to be limited with time, as she would probably find new friends who would drag her away and tell her I'm weird. But, as we went inside we found that we were slightly early due to the running race we had.
"Hey, Professer!" I greeted as I walked in. I helped Prof. Nilesy set up the lesson, and then we had a spell battle, much to the amusement of Zoey. I put a stack of old books away, before turning round and saying; "Professer Nilesy! I challenge you to a spell battle!" I had clearly caught the man off gauard. He turned to look at me, and I saw he had obviously been rushed this morning. His normally scruffy black hair was even scruffier, sticking in all different directions. His round glasses were smeared with mud round the edge so he clearly didn't clean them after his trip on the muddy field yesterday. His long black robes, white shirt and trousers were muddy as well.
"Very well," He said, trying and failing to look brave. His voice was scottish, and strongly too.
"But Professer, perhaps you should clean yourself up first, you can't battle with hair like that!" I told him, giving him a 'look'. With that, he cast a few spells to tidy himself while set up the battle area. Zoey looked at me with great fascination, as I pushed the desks back with one hand, and summoned a long white poedeum with a red carpet, strecthing the length, on top with the other. Then we stepped onto each end and turned around. On the count of three we were to turn around and cast a spell to disarm your opponent only. Zoey gave us a count down.
"3...2...1...GO!" She shouted with a smile and a laugh.
"Disarnta!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, pointing my hand in his direction. And my magic teacher was unable to cast his spell. I chuckled.
"You shouldn't of challenged me." I said, walking over to where he had sat down at his desk. I slowly raised my hand and mumbled 'magsica' to return the poor fellow's magic.
"I know. But I couldn't help it, it was a challenge. And a true mage-"
"Never backs out of a fight, I know," He was cut off by me finishing his sentence. I threw a glance at the clock, realising people would be here soon. So, I got rid of the challenge area and brought the desks back to place. Zoey gave me a small clap at my victory, and I smiled. But I laughed a little as well, causing her to laugh harder. I sat at my desk, and took out my markers. I had a masterpiece to finish. I could put it onto paper later. "Rythian?" Zoey asked.
"Mhm." I replied, not looking up.
"You know you really shouldn't draw on yourself, even if it does look cool as heck." She scolded me. I listened to her carefully, and slowly nodded my head in understanding.
A/N: So to make up for all the timeI've kept you waiting, I posted this chapter early!
