Supernatural Academy: Freshman Witch by Ingrid Seymour & Katie French

Author:Ingrid Seymour & Katie French [Seymour, Ingrid]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-04-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

FALL SEMESTER

MID DECEMBER

“Field trip day,” I sing-songed to Disha as I plopped down next to her at our regular cafeteria table. I placed her favorite coffee and muffin in front of her, before chowing down on mine.

Disha glanced up with tired eyes, picking at her breakfast.

“Whoopie.” She twirled an unenthusiastic finger in the air, before using that hand to support her drooping chin.

My friend was finally well, taking two days to recover in her room before venturing out to classes again. When I’d gone to visit her and bring her snacks, she’d spilled everything—how the love affair between her and Dr. Henderson had started while doing private tutoring, how absolutely infatuated she had been with him, and how he’d broken it off a few days before.

But, when she started describing their toe-curling sex, I waved the white flag. I didn’t need to hear about my professor’s favorite positions. Gag me with a pitchfork.

This was a case of helping a friend get over an ex, which happened to be something I was good at. I’d helped Trey when the girl from the coffee shop broke up with him via a message written on a napkin. I could help Disha out of this.

“On today’s docket… At ten AM, we have a field trip, AKA our final exam. At noon, lunch on the lawn, picnic-style. And at three, I got that cute boy from class to agree to drive us to the salon for manicures.” I waggled my eyebrows enthusiastically. I didn’t mention I had to sell some of my hand-me-down clothes at the consignment shop in Aberdale to pay for them.

Disha barely moved. This girl had it bad.

“Okay. That’s fine. Today is going to be fine,” I said to her and myself. “Come on. Let’s have a nice walk in the sunshine to cheer us up before the field trip.”

“It’s an exam,” Disha moaned.

“To-mato, to-mah-to.” I took her hand and dragged her to the main doors.

Last week, Professor Answorth had explained that our semester Mentalism exam would take place outside the classroom. For that, the class had been instructed to meet him at the school’s historical museum on the far side of campus, one of the few buildings I’d never visited because it was such a hike.

The good news was Disha wasn’t wearing heels because she didn’t have anyone to impress. Her expensive sneakers would speed our walk along nicely.

The twenty-minute trek with her grunting and moaning answers to my questions wasn’t exactly pleasant, but we got to the museum without surprises. After the events at the shed, the fountain and the labyrinth, I was always nervous on the grounds. Who knew when something would pop up and try to kill you?

This line of thought brought me back to Rowan, who I’d been trying to erase from my mind. To my utter disappointment, he’d failed to show up to fill me in on what his father had said, which gave me the hint that he and I were no longer working together.

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