~•Aden•~
Every time I blinked, the image of her blaring red hand flashed through my mind. If I was right even the slightest bit, which I was sure that I was, then there was no way she could have been hurt.
It was not possible for an angel to get hurt easily, and even if they did get hurt for some reason, the healing power within an angel's body was more than enough to repair the damage. Even the worst of wounds could be healed over night without leaving any trace.
But the thing troubling me more was her hand, more specifically, her palm. Why did it look like it had been just pressed against an turned on iron? Moreover, what was with her accusing glare? She kept staring at me like I was responsible for hurting her which was why she left before the game even started.
And why would she mention my bag out of nowhere?
One after the other, these questions kept popping up in my mind which only forced me to walk faster. I was almost jogging in the hallway which only earned me a bunch of curious glances, followed by a number of giggles and laughter. But at the moment, I couldn't care less about them. I needed to get my hands on my bag.
A minute later, my steps came to a screeching stop before my locker. Without wasting another second, I unlocked it before getting my bag out.
Suspending it before my eyes, I stared at the black roughened fabric as my eyes roamed over it. As I continued to hold it by the handle, I turned it around to see the other side, only to find it looking like it normally did.
'This looks fine to me. She must have said it to get me off her back.'
I thought to myself as I shook my head sideways at her lie. She lied through her teeth and I wasn't able to detect it. I was too lost in those eyes of hers that I couldn't ponder over her words too carefully, and I believed her. Here I was thinking that she might be an angel. An angel would never do this.
"F@*#!"
I cursed out loud as I realized the blunder I had just made. If I was wrong about her identity and she wasn't an angel, then did I just talk about something which was supposed to exist only myths to a human.
"You are doomed, Aden."
I mumbled to myself as I readied myself to confront her once again and put myself to shame. I couldn't let her think that I was some psychopath who had lost his mind all because he was in his final year.
As I prepared my mind to face the 'white head' lady, I decided to put my bag back inside the locker. The moment I placed the palm of my other hand on the front of my bag to have a better grip on it, I felt something crawling up my arm.
I wouldn't call it a shock, it was more like a tingling sensation. But it was strong enough to pull me out of my thoughts and force me to shift my attention to it.
'A silver spell.'
The words popped up on the black canvas of my mind in contrasting white color. The more attention I paid on them, the more speechless they left.
Why was there a protection spell on my bag?
I never used spells on my belongings as they could easily do some irreversible damage to any human. Especially if the person had a bad intention on his or her mind. Moreover, it was one of the rules that angels have to follow, or at least that was what I have read in the ancient books.
But even if the rule wasn't there, I would have never cast a spell on anything which would even by mistake, come in contact with a human. For I didn't know what effects it would have on them.
There was only one person I knew, or an angel I might say, who was fond of casting spells without even thinking of the consequences. Dana! But she would never do something which would harm an innocent human. Even if she was looking after me and my belongings, she could have used a simple and much less powerful spell.
An image flashed through my mind as I tried to think of a reason behind Dana's actions. It was the image of a certain white headed beauty I knew. I closed my eyes and replayed the scene from earlier in mind when she extended her palm towards me to take her notebook back. Each time the frame would freeze on her palm.
Was Amara hinting towards the spell on my bag? Did she get hurt because of the spell? But why would a spell hurt her in ten first place if she was like me? But I could care less about the why or how at the moment. The only thing I could think of then, was Amara.
'You owe the lady an apology.'
My subconscious decided to stretch its arms in the air as it woke up from its beauty sleep. And for the first time in decades, I agreed with it. I indeed owed her an apology because I was the reason she was hurt.
'It's not the first time though. You are so close to getting a hat trick, just hurt her one more time.'
A nagging voice reverberated in the hollowness of my blank mind, and it was the time me and my subconscious separated our paths once again.
I muttered a phrase under my breath after placing my palm back on the rough surface of my bag to undo the spell. Even though I didn't have a complete control on my powers, I was still much more powerful than Dana and her spells.
After the spell was reversed, I threw the bad back in the locker and walked away from the gray lockers. Instead of walking in the direction which would lead me back to the classroom she was in, I headed in the opposite direction. I needed to take care of something, or more specifically a certain someone, first before apologizing to Amara.