“What, they can do that?”
“Yep,” Angie chuckles. “With control over earth matter, they can shift any structure’s foundation.”
Well, it explains how he got in here. “Can all Earth students walk through walls?”
“No, not quite. House Earth breaks down into four different orders. Ground, air, water, and plants. Ground and plant fays are the only two orders capable of walking through walls.”
“Damn, House Earth sounds enticing. How many orders are there?”
“I’m sure it does, and there are a good amount of orders. Each one with its flaws and weaknesses. Point in hand, what your little friend was flaunting earlier.” She wiggles her brows. “He used earth magic to increase its size. After a little snip, we saw its true essence beneath his spell, draining some of his magic in the process.” She smiles. “And there’s a total of four Houses.”
Sighing with relief, I add, “I thought you cut it off.” I am thankful I didn’t witness Angie castrating someone. Though I’m getting a vibe she’s done it a time or two.
“I know, shame. My intentions were to cut him down to size. Fortunately for him, it was enchanted and laced with a transfixed spell. It causes the onlookers to become entranced, giving them a sense ofwanting it.” She shrugs, making a scissor cutting gesture with her fingers.
I stare in disbelief. Whose first thought is cutting off a guy’s…*Sigh* She is a strange little woman–fay.
“Is there a way of keeping others from walking through my walls? I’d prefer it to not happen again,” I ask as I take a seat at my desk and flip through a few books. Thus far, I’ve had two encounters of uninvited guests, which is two too many. “Also, you never stated the other three Houses. I only know Earth.”
“Obstruunt muro,” Angie says, flicking her wrist. White patterns trace across the marble walls, ceiling, and floor with a light so fierce the shadows disappear. My eyes shut, and a shimmering cadence hums.It’s similar to Ethan’s.“There. No more unwanted intruderswalking in on you. Your room is now enchanted. Big Cocks Be Gone.” Her joyous tone parrots around, and I snort a laugh. Regaining my vision, I witness her take a sip from a mug which wasn’t present before. “And you ask a lot of questions, but the other Houses are Death, Life, and Fire.”
I refuse to question when she obtained her mug of iced coffee, instead, I write down the incantation. Angie helps with the spelling, and from my understanding, translated in English, it means ‘to block the wall’–or something close. She still sucks at explanations.
My thumbs twiddle while gazing over the written words, wishing I had this at my disposal last night, but I’m glad it’s in place now.
Ethan was full of empty promises and threats.Try getting in now, asshole.He can’t, so long as my room is enchanted, and I smile, releasing an overdue breath. I bask in this feeling of outwitting him while the promise of death recedes into the furthest parts of my mind.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks, leaning against my wall and draining the last drop of dark liquid.
Another blinding light engulfs our surroundings, and I cower beneath my hands, again knocking back my chair along with a few books hitting the floor.
“Angie, you’re needed in the medical wing, now. A shifter was injured after…” A male’s voice begins. My eyes open, and fear forces me back a step.
“What the hell! Angie, your enchantment didn’t work!” I yell, seeing Ethan glowering up and down at me.
Sweat beads beneath his ruffled hair with bruises painting his neck and arms. His tattered clothes are ripped and singed, making it appear he has been fighting.
She tsks, placing her refilled mug upon the desk. “Ethan, I’m trying to teach–”
“Now. Angie. Let’s go.” He grabs her arm, continuing his loathsome gaze over me.
“Wait, what happened?”
I’m not entirely sure why I’m asking, but instead of him answering, Ethan sneers, holding his stare at my underwear with a questioning look.
“None of your concern,mortal,” he emphasizes.
I follow his line of sight, finding his eyes latched onto the gold hearted stitching over the front of my panties. Snapping my hands over it, embarrassment speckles my cheeks and palms with heat, and I turn around, forgetting they turn into a seamless thong. So, all he’s viewing now is my bare ass.
“Stop looking,” I yell, but they’re already gone. His golden sigil fades from existence. “You know what? I’m over it.” Storming into my room, I don a pair of red sweatpants. It’s not like I’m the one who bought these clothes, Angie was. I think. Regardless, if he doesn’t like them, blame her. Or not. I really don’t care. “I need a strong drink.”
I curse myself for being exposed, and even more so from his disgusted expression. Jitters have my fingers trembling. Anger mixed with shame creates one hell of a degrading shot, and I’m not liking its taste.
I grab my phone and use the map app to search for a place on campus that has liquor. But looking at the size of this damn campus, I know it will take all day. Exasperation wins, and I decide to walk. One way or another, I’ll get a drink.
Traversing the stairs,I notice the dorm is filled with students outside their rooms, mingling about, discussing the Awakening and planning for whichever House they’ll be placed in. Some are using magic to do tricks for girls in attendance–like a peacock showcasing its feathers, pursuing a mate. I strut past one firing electricity from his hands.
“Dude, give it up, she’ll never sleep with you,” says a dark-hairedguy with green eyes. Another one, opposite of him, pats his shoulder and points in my direction. They share a deceitful look, which I take as a signal to keep moving.
