Senior Witch, Fall Semester by Ingrid Seymour & Katie French

Author:Ingrid Seymour & Katie French [Seymour, Ingrid]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-10T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

FALL SEMESTER

EARLY OCTOBER

The next week swirled by in a blur. Even though Disha, Drew, Rowan, and I had witnessed violence and suffered trauma, the rest of the campus moved on as if nothing had happened. And for them, nothing had. Classes continued with their monotonous slowness. Couples flirted, friends studied together, and M.L.E. presence became somewhat normal, even mundane.

Sitting in the cafeteria one day, I realized I hadn’t even registered the uniformed officers at the door until one of them went over to a group of noisy students and wrote out a few foibles. Was this how dictatorships began? Slowly, a trickle at a time until you didn’t even notice you were being worn down to nothing?

What did I know? We weren’t allowed to study history any longer, and I didn’t have time to go out of my way to study it on my own. My life consisted of learning cleaning spells and dinner party etiquette until I wanted to gag on my freshly polished silverware set.

Even the Rogue Witch seemed to have lost a little steam. She was still “disturbing the peace” like Nyquist called it, but not as eagerly as at the beginning of the semester. Though, a week ago she’d made all males grow donkey tails if they simply dared glance in a witch’s direction. It had been quite fun to watch.

We hadn’t heard anything further from anyone, no word yet on Tempest or Fedorov or Lynssa. I’d done a bit of skulking around the Academy, but there was no sign of Tempest. No word from Nyquist about the fight at all.

He was busy, talking about some sort of event he’d named the Magic Leadership Summit, planning the invite list which included Drew’s father and some other International Magical Dignitaries. He had me writing out addresses in calligraphy until my fingers seized up. Worse, I had to arrange table seating, making sure not to sit any of the stuffy so-and-sos next to someone they disliked. And, apparently, a lot of wizards in the magical community hated each other.

The party was scheduled for Homecoming weekend, still three weeks away, but it seemed to be Nyquist’s biggest priority. I’d heard from Drew that his father, though not totally convinced by what his son was saying, was concerned by what he was hearing and wanted to see the campus for himself. Nyquist was likely feeling the pressure. If he didn’t make it seem like the Supernatural Academy was thriving under new leadership, he might lose his position and his access to all the power he’d gained.

It was curious. After all the things I’d seen him do last year, all the power he’d collected by abducting those Loopers, killing one of them and using their power to slow down time, I hadn’t seen any evidence he was using those powers now. He seemed perfectly content to let Ponomarenko do his dirty work while he controlled things using manipulation, fear, and reward, old tricks that always seemed to work. People craved power and prestige no matter what decade.

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