Hawthorn Academy: Year Three by D.R. Perry

Author:D.R. Perry [Perry, D.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2020-12-09T06:00:00+00:00

I closed the blue book and set my pencil down on top of it a minute after Faith, fifteen after Hal, and twenty behind Logan. We sat, glancing at each other as we waited for Dylan and Dorian. The ear cuffs buzzed, which was pretty much the only difference between this day and the last time I'd taken a test. So, the dampening device didn't affect me here as much as it did on the court.

The inside voice didn't chime in about this. Had it spoken up any time I wore the cuffs? No, not that I could remember. Whether it came from mind magic or not, I had no clue. The only information I had about it was what Professor Luciano had said, that he thought it came with being an extramagus, an idea that Dylan's auras supported. We hadn't found anything further, no matter how many books Logan borrowed on interlibrary loan.

"Excellent." Professor Hawkins clapped his hands. "You've all finished ahead of the time allotted. Take a break in Creatives, and I'll see you all for the Lab practical after lunch."

"A round of applause for you, Prof." Dorian applauded back at our teacher, moving his hands in a circle. "This is the best I've felt after a test. Thanks!"

The professor cleared his throat a few times as he went around the room to collect the blue books. A tiny grin played at his lips, and I figured he held back laughter that might have been considered inappropriate. But why?

I turned my head. Mr. Pierce stood in the back of the room by the door with Brand the phoenix on a perch over his head. Both the magus and his familiar wore grim expressions, as though they'd watched a battle to the death instead of teenagers taking a test where everyone finished early and cheered the teacher.

After collecting my things, I stood. Dylan, Dorian, Faith, and Hal were already headed for the door. Logan still sat in his seat, his hand hovering over his pencil as though frozen in time. I strode across the row toward him.

"Come on, let's paint." I picked the pencil up and put it in his hand, making sure not to touch him. He knew the ear cuffs made me sense thoughts and I wanted to give him privacy.

"Um, yeah." He swallowed, then nodded. His shoulders shook but not with cold.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't say it." Logan stood, keeping his back to his father. He slung his backpack on as though it could stop him from shaking. He inhaled, then with a slow and deliberate motion, took my hand. I saw way too much. Including the first time Logan almost died.

The childhood memory flashed between my mind and his in an instant, but its events had helped shape his life since then. Of that I was sure, even if the circumstances were still a reeling blur from my perspective. It'd take time to sort through and piece them together. One thing was clear. Leo Pierce was every bit as horrible as Abe Fairbanks.

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