Everyone had taken the test and finally, the magic paper test was over for the second-year scholars of the Zenith Academy For Warlocks & Witches.
Members of all four classes had been tested and their magic duly documented in small brown books held by each of the staff from the Mage Society.
However, Vesta Sevarion and Violet Levoline were still very much surprised by the discoveries in their assigned classes — the discovery of arcane magic users.
Both of them had found an arcane magic user on the same day and at the same location.
That event was a rarity... rarer than a blue moon itself.
What were the odds that they would come across two arcane magic users in a single day?
The last arcane magic user that was known was discovered nearly a century ago — Sol Malfaeis.
"There hasn't been an arcane magic user in nearly a century, since the old man was found. To think I'd find one here. HQ will certainly be pleased," Vesta was thinking to himself.
While Vesta was thinking about the future of the Mage Society, his colleague — Violet Levoline — on the other hand, had a thought pattern that was concerned more with her personal gain.
Violet scoffed grudgingly, bemoaning her stagnancy in the world of magic.
"Perhaps they might finally give me my well-deserved promotion. It's been long overdue," she said.
The warlocks and witches from the Mage Society gathered in a small council with the teachers of the four second-year classes.
It was a small and short meeting to discuss their findings from the just concluded assessment.
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We, the scholars, had been discharged from the test field and each one of us went about our businesses for the rest of the school time.
The hallways were abuzz with second-year scholars that murmured amongst themselves as they returned back to their classes.
It was an air of mixed emotions. While some of us were very much happy and satisfied with the magic we had, a few hated what they got.
Some others did not really care as long as they had magic at all — I found this set of individuals to be weird.
How can you not care what sort of magic you have in a magical world? Tch!
In one of the hallways, I was walking back to the Emerald class along with a friend of mine — Rordon Gamsay.
You remember Rordon, right?
I hate to say this because he really doesn't like hearing it but he's the utensil mage from the magic paper test.
It hurts me to hurt him but oh well. Haha!
I'm still very much looking forward to what he would cook with that magic of his. Haha!
Almost everyone found Rordon's magic intriguing, although in a funny way.... everyone except Rordon.
I had to endure his long lamentations from the field and now through the hallway.
Someone... anyone, please save me from this!
Rordon, man. You're my friend but this is getting exhausting.
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"Hey, Rordon," another member of the Emerald class called out his name.
It was Bolzen.
Bolzen was a friend of mine and Rordon's as well. Think of us as that trio of guys that usually hang out and do everything... no, almost everything together.
I was delighted hearing Bolzen approach us from behind, at least he would lend his two ears as well to Rordon's whining.
Rordon turned to see Bolzen who had called him. "What is it, Bolzen?"
His tone of voice was not welcoming, likewise the countenance of his face.
"What will you be... cooking today, man?" Bolzen said with a straight face.
My eyes widened with surprise at the guts of Bolzen, knowing how brash Rordon can get at times.
I lowered my head, facepalmed and sighed. "You just had to say it, Bolzen, didn't you?"
It was as if time stopped at the moment Bolzen had made that silly joke because every student in the hallway heard him quite clearly.
After a few seconds of silence, a random student, who had witnessed Rordon's magic paper test, burst out laughing.
His laughter was a stimulus that forced others into laughing.
Rordon lowered his head, facing the floor. I could feel the hot rage that ousted Rordon's body from where I stood beside him.
"Uh-oh," I said, taking a few steps away from Rordon.
Bolzen was a fool indeed. He stood in front of Rordon laughing and rubbing his belly.
That was a dangerous position to be in when Rordon is furious.
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"Hey, Rordon! Calm down!"
I struggled to drag Rordon off Bolzen's body. Well, we both knew that Bolzen was all talk anyways but Rordon was not having his blabbering mouth today.
"Chill, man! He doesn't mean it. He's just playing."
Rordon struggled to break loose from my grapple but if I let him do that, then Bolzen was minced meat afterwards.
Bolzen was chuckling with a swollen right eye as he lay down on the floor of the hallway.
"Let me go, Dee! What's so funny, shitface!"
"Breathe, Rordon. Breathe."
I was the killjoy in this situation, seeing how every other person was already cheering for them to fight.
It wasn't going to happen. Not on my watch.
"See you in class, Bolzen," I said, dragging Rordon along with me as we left the hallway.
Bolzen touched his eye to feel the extent of the injury he had sustained. "Ow! Since when did Rordon learn to punch so hard?"
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"Let me go, Dee! I'm calm now, I promise."
It didn't matter to me how much or how long Rordon pleaded. My first objective was to get him as far away from Bolzen as possible, only then could I release him.
"Fine. You are free."
Rordon jumped off my body and adjusted his uniform properly.
"Since when did you get this strong, Dee? What the hell?"
Well, I am stronger than Rordon actually but he wouldn't know that since he thinks strength is solely determined by physical size.
As I chatted with Rordon on our way back to class, I felt an eerie sensation like something crawling up my skin.
Immediately, I shot my eyes in the direction where this feeling was coming from — another hallway to my left.
This hallway led to the girls' restroom.
As I paid more attention to this strange sensation I felt, I could sense it even better.
It was a gloomy aura.
"Jasmine?"