of you know the single spell to bring back the dead?" Mrs. Friis asks us, and there is silence for a reply. "Well has no other teacher taught it to you?"
"No, miss," a guy near the front answers for everyone.
"Do I have a volunteer to do the spell?" she asks, and again there is silence. I try to hide, but Mrs. Friis isn't having any of that. She points at me and curls her finger for me to come up front. I try not to look at the body as I slide out of my seat and walk down the gap to Mrs. Friis.
"Brilliant. At least one of you are brave enough to go first," she says, and there are a few mumbles from the other students. She really isn't making me look good here. Mrs. Friis places her hand on my shoulder and offers me a small piece of parchment. I unroll it, seeing words I don't recognise or have a clue how to pronounce.
"If you stare long enough, they will turn into English. You must let your demon show you, Miss Cameron," she tells me, moving just behind me and resting both her hands on my shoulder. "Silence in the room!" Not that there was anything other than mumbles from the other students anyway. I gulp and stare down at the paper, willing to see anything but the words that make no sense. At first, there is nothing but paper, and then something changes. My hands change, turning black at the ends and my nails stretch out, ending in pointy tips. The room becomes hazy and cold as the words on the paper change into a sentence I can definitely read.
"I summon the dead to hear my call. I summon hell to send me back this soul. I summon hell to bring back the dead to heed my command for I am the master of death. For I am born in the flames of hell, and death is my tool. I summon this dead to heed my call."
I scream and jump back as the body on the table sits up, the white sheet dropping to his stomach. He stays still, just sitting as Mrs. Friis starts jumping up and down in the air at my side.
"Brilliant. Brilliant. Brilliant! Aren't you just brilliant!" she exclaims with the excitement of a five-year-old at Christmas. The dead guy falls back onto the desk with a loud thud, and Mrs. Frigg’s smiles at me.
"Don't worry. The problem with necromancy is that you have to practice it again and again before you can command them to do anything but exist," she muses.
"Okay," I mutter.
"Anyone could do that! The new girl isn't special!" the guy that spoke earlier exclaims, standing up and crossing his arms. "Let me have a go!"
"Of course! Come here," Mrs. Friis says with a happy giggle. The guy walks right up to her and leans down to pick the parchment up off the floor. In one swift motion, Mrs. Friis summons a dagger out of nowhere and slams it into the heart of the guy, and he falls to the ground, silently dying in moments.
"Now, who wants to bring this guy back?" Mrs. Friis excitedly asks as I carefully walk back to my seat, knowing this teacher is likely the most dangerous of them all.
Maybe we were all better off when she was in hell.
She definitely deserves to go there, the crazy cow.
Chapter 20
Tease me once, fool on you. Tease me twice, fool on me
“Javier got you these. I don’t know why he decided to bring them for you, but I promised to give them to you, so here,” Sera mumbles as I come out of my room, finding her waiting for me with a small woven box. I open the box still in her hand and find a basket full of little cakes.
“Why would he send me cakes?” I ask though I don’t mind that he has. I’ve noticed Javier isn’t all that bad from our movie nights with Sera. He always lets me and Sera eat first. He helps Sera wash up the plates, and he knows all sorts of random bits of information for Sera’s multiple questions throughout each movie.
“Giving homemade food to another is a sign of friendship with wolves. It’s a sign of thankfulness and respect,” she explains to me. “Some males cook for months for the female they think is their mate before actually telling them.”
“And you think he made these?” I ask, trying