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Chapter 7: THE REAL ONE BEHIND THIS

The citadel was ablaze with chatter for the next four days. From the moment the sun rose, to when dinner was finished, the students had rumors flying around about what had happened to the Guild of Dragons. It was like there was nothing else to think or talk about anymore.

     Harry, Bane, Silica, and Mako remained at the citadel, keeping me company and helping with my test Sensi Hitori gave me.

     The day the test had come, I nervously handed the spindly teacher ten papers scribbled on both sides with the deepest thinking of notes I could muster. But the moment his eyes fell to it, a smile crept across his lips.

     Even more to my surprise, he doubled over, laughing with all of his might. My fellow peers were just as confused as I waited for him to regain his composure.

     "Well, you passed the test," he said as he straightened himself again, grinning from ear to ear, his broken yellow teeth shining.

     "...!!"

     I wrinkled the papers in my hand from holding it so tight. "Wh-What?! But... B-But you didn't even read it!"

     "I don't have to. I said you had to study for the test. Not write down your answers."

   "Wha---?!"

     I blinked back in surprise. "Y-You mean I stayed up all night for nothing?! How were you even going to test me then?"

     "I didn't make you do that test to study the things I gave you on the list."

     "---?!"

     "I gave you that just to see if you would study. That test sheet was well above your grade level, but yet you tried to work on it. That shows me you are worthy of this class, even if those papers are completely wrong, because you at least tried."

     So, in short, Sensi Hitori is a nutcase. A complete, mental nut.

     But, I hate to admit, he's one of the more friendly teachers.

     The others are all hard nosed, and act like they can't stand the sight of any of the students their teaching.

     Maybe that's why I find it hard to pay attention to what they're saying. Many times I've been scolded for spacing out and daydreaming. It's happened so many times my peers even started calling me "The Dreamer".

     It makes me aggravated when they call me that, but after Bane got into a fist fight over it, earning himself a trip to the kitchen to wash dishes, I've been forcing myself to grin and bare it.

     More to my dismay, my powers still didn't seem to want to come, even after waking up from my coma so many days before. The teachers are even gossiping to each other and placing bets on wether I've been mistaken for a Magick User, and actually just a normal girl.

     At first, I was offended at such an accusation. But as time goes on, I'm starting to wonder myself. But I'm too afraid to bring up my suspicions with anyone else.

     I just can't bare to see any kind of doubt, making my feelings even stronger.

     Other then that, I've gotten used to the new schedule of day to day life at the citadel. And quite enjoy the school breaks I spend on the hill, basking in the warm sunlight as I lean against the tree, listening to it's leaves whisper all of  the secrets held within. (Even if Bane uses the whole time to chat our ears off, it's still a calming time to enjoy.)

     But on the fourth day something unexpected happened, breaking the nostalgia I've gotten used to into a million pieces.

     It happened during the half hour break, between the first two classes, when Harry, Bane, Silica, and Mako sat with me on the hill, helping me study for yet another test by Sensi Hitori.