Witchling Academy Semester Eight - Avery Song Page 0,104
about only fifty present students still here and it's probably because they have an afterschool commitment or something."
"Pretty much." I acknowledged what I was sure we all noticed. Even with the hype, a lot of the seniors were missing.
"At least we're not squeezed into classrooms like sardines," Finnick suggested. "I'm surprised we have this many seniors."
"Actually, that's because some transferred over for their final semester," I voiced and got their attention. "My parents were talking about it when I went to my place this morning to grab some stuff. Over the holidays, two major schools were vandalized to the point that they're having to do some major touches to the entire school property."
"Holy crap, seriously?" Finnick questioned. "Please don't tell me these students are going to be competing later in the semester?"
"Not sure," I admitted and rested my head on Connor's shoulder while my hand was in Jax's. "Professor Phoenix mentioned it."
"When?" Kaito inquired.
"Uh-"
"Alright, class," Professor Phoenix interrupted us as we all turned our attention to the front to notice her and three other professors. "We're about to do a special activity."
That quieted the room as everyone focused on the three additional professors. We didn't recognize them at all, but they each wore the Witchling professor attire and held an object in their hands.
The male next to Professor Phoenix held a cool spell book, one that had amazing symbols which intrigued my interest. The female with red hair next to him held a powerful-looking staff with a floating ruby that thrummed with magic. The last male at the end held a shield with a detailed incantation engraved into the metal.
Professor Phoenix was holding a simple black rose, which gave off delicate energy in conjunction with her black dress and long silver locks. I always liked how she never wore the uniform unless it was exam day, and even then, it was just the cloak on her shoulders and her witch hat. I wondered if she had if it would make a difference with how drawn I was to the simplistic touch.
"The activity is simple. Take a moment to view each item within our grasps. Once you've spent enough time on that, began to make a line in the aisle of whichever professor you wish to follow. Once this is complete, the professor will be taking you to a different room, so please gather your belongings."
I exchanged a look with the others as a commotion boomed through the room; people seemed to rush to gather their stuff and go to where they wished to line up, like some sort of race.
Four pairs of eyes landed on me, and I blinked before acknowledging my boyfriends’ gazes. "What?"
"Chances are we're going to be drawn to the same thing, so we might as well wait for you to make a choice," Kaito concluded.
"Or you guys will just follow me wherever I go," I concluded.
"That too," Finnick admitted with a wink. "But let's pretend we all have the same choice."
I reached for my book and opened it to a blank page. "Draw what you're drawn too. Just a simple shape of it.” We all quickly sketched what we were drawn to - Finnick being last to finish.
Kaito muttered, "Finnick. We didn't ask you to sketch the damn Mona Lisa."
"That's Professor Phoenix," he whined, which made the rest of us snicker as we shook our heads. I decided to review all five drawings and true enough, we were all drawn to the same thing.
"Wow. You guys were right."
"See?” Finnick gave me a playful grin. "We believe in our Red."
"Ya, ya," I brushed away with a wide grin. "Let's get moving. We're almost the last ones."
By the time we gathered our stuff and fell in line, we were the last group of individuals to confirm their choice.
And the only one in the rose aisle.
Professor Phoenix was clearly struggling to hide her amusement as the professors began to encourage their groups to follow them. Once the three lines were gone, only our group was left. Professor Phoenix moved to close the door and then spun around to face us.
"I had a strong suspicion this would be the end result," she admitted with a proud grin.
"Hopefully that's good?" Kaito offered.
"And if it's not, we'll just blame Brianne," Finnick concluded as he hugged me from behind.
"What? You can't blame me!" I whined and looked up to give him a pout.
"Probably not. You're all cute when you pout like that," he acknowledged and gave me a quick kiss.