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 The ballroom no longer felt so empty during magic class with two new students, Megan reflected, although she still missed Topaz. Topaz always had the right answer to everything. Megan always felt like kind of a moron in class. Which, in Welsh, means carrots. A dense, starchy vegetable - which was her brain, when trying to grasp magic concepts. Although, she further reflected, the intense one-on-one time with Ms. A had totally been worth it. Megan had mastered a simple glamour spell, meaning she no longer needed to fuss with either color contacts or the image inducer. She emerged from her thoughts at the sound of chairs scraping on the floor. Class was over. As one of the new students, Steve, dashed off, Megan slowly stood up and began to gather her things. "Clea, how do you like class so far?" she asked the remaining student, a red-haired teenage witch. Clea started to gather her things when she heard a familiar voice ask her a question. "Informative. I didn't think there was so much more to magic then simply casting a spell." She pulled her backpack over her shoulder and stood next to Megan. "I just hope that I can learn something rather than seeing the spell being made and then mimicing it. I do want to learn." "What seems like mimicry is often part of the magic - ritual and repetition seem to strengthen the ways in which we manifest magical energies in this world," Megan replied, surprising herself. Maybe Megan wasn't as carrots as she thought. "This is a pretty dense class, like maths an' foreign languages. I'm not great at maths, but I got through it by memorizin' a lot. Same with German. Magic - it just has to meld with your mind. It's still very foreign to me, but I'm learnin'. I'm sure you'll be a natural at it, you will," she added. "Math is kind of dull." Clea agreed. "You said that your learned that you could do magic recently? May I ask how it came to be?" "I did." Megan's all black eyes briefly glanced away. She didn't want to scare Clea by telling her about the source of her Magic just yet. "My last... mentor was very cruel and forced my magic on me. I guess he recognized some potential that I wouldn't 'ave discovered any other way. So... that happened and here I am, learnin' to control it. I wouldn't give it up now, it'd be like putting out an eye." |
