Blazing Academy: Semester One (Academy For All Things Scorching #1) - Avery Song Page 0,33
eyes, I felt completely energized, like I'd slept for months and just woke up.
"Holy crap! That's amazing!" I praised, feeling so much better.
Gabriel opened his eyes and removed his hand from my forehead.
"Feeling better?"
"Yes!" I beamed. "I feel like an energizer bunny! How'd you do that? What was that long spell sentence thing and weird Latin words? Was that even Latin? What language was that?"
"Easy, Flaming Sweetheart." Keru placed his hand on my shoulder, urging me to remain in my seat.
I hadn't even realized I was halfway off of it. My anticipation to learn whatever he just did outweighed how I'd almost passed out seconds earlier.
"Give Gabriel a moment."
"Oh." I looked back at him, noticing that he was now leaning against the desk and had his eyes closed. He actually looked to be in pain, which morphed my intrigued excitement to utmost concern.
"Is he okay?" I tried to get up again, but Keru sternly pressed his hand to keep me in place.
"Just give him a minute. Healing isn't as easy for shifting flame angels."
"Shifting what?"
"Hmm." Keru looked down at me. "We're going to have to teach you a lot of stuff once we talk with Headmaster CloverSpell."
I frowned in worry, but Gabriel opened his eyes and let out a long exhale.
"Scolding me should be illegal," Keru whined. "Seriously though, are you alright? Need more time?"
"Nothing to worry about." Gabriel shrugged. "Nothing too serious, but Mrs. CloverSpell was right about the seal. It's breaking quickly. I don't think we have a week before her power consumes the remaining bits."
Seal? That keeps coming up again and again. What's this seal they're talking about?
"Self-combust?" Keru sounded worried, his grip on my shoulder tightening. "We should undo the seal as soon as possible."
"Waiting on Westley," Gabriel noted. "He's not back yet."
"Where'd he go?"
"I'm right here."
The three of us looked back to the door, and I noticed Cyrus ran up to the 6'0" male and literally tackled his leg.
"Woof!"
The man yawned, the green bands of his hair almost covering his eyes if it wasn't for his circular gold glasses that kept them out of the way. As if his reaction time was three seconds late, he slowly lowered his gaze to see Cyrus clinging to his leg with her happy, panting expression.
It was odd when I couldn't recall who this person was. Maybe he was her previous owner or something. But if so, wouldn't he have a stronger reaction after being united with a lost pet wolf-doggy?
He blinked his calm, teal-ocean eyes a few times.
"Oh." He needed one more second. "The kimono familiar."
"Woof woof!" Cyrus responded, moving off his leg to run around where he stood. Compared to the others, this guy was wearing the most casual outfit - black pants with a blue t-shirt, black running shoes, and fingerless gloves.
His hand held two pieces of paper, and he opened his palms, which allowed one of them to suddenly move. I watched in amazement as the folded paper began to fold itself into origami, and then floated from his hand all the way to Gabriel, where it landed on his nose.
He arched an eyebrow up at the paper crane and looked back at the new arrival in question.
"What's this?" he questioned the new arrival.
"The message Chambers was supposed to send to you," he replied. "He's probably drinking and accidentally sent it to my address." His teal eyes moved over to land on me, and he blinked four times before he tilted his head.
"He didn't say the princess would be here so soon. What happened?"
"Princess?" I questioned.
"We haven't talked about anything yet, Westley," Gabriel grumbled. "We're waiting for Mrs. CloverSpell."
"That reminds me," Westley suddenly announced, and he closed his eyes and clapped his hands once.
Flames of green and silver burst into life, making me gawk in shock and admiration as they danced within the space between his hands and revealed a tray of hot food.
If my jaw could reach the floor, it would have as my eyes grew even wider at the sight of a steaming hot bowl of soup, the smell reminding me of creamy mushroom that Grandma would make during the wintertime.
There was a brown basket of hot bread, a tiny white plate of butter, and a plate of various cheese and meats.
"Is...that for me?" I asked with a tiny voice, the sudden sight of food reminding me just how hungry I was.
The man walked into the room, using his feet to close the