Just Witch It (Academy of Witches Book 4) by Erin Bedford

Author:Erin Bedford [Bedford, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: academy, Witches
Publisher: Embrace the Fantasy Publishing, LLC
Published: 2019-06-22T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

The guest students weren't just there to hang around until the games started, they also took classes with us. That meant I had to see more than my fair share of Beth Ann and her group.

I went to Pottery and there she was. During flying lessons, she was right next to me, bragging about being an All-State champion in Texas. In Advanced Potions, she was at the table behind me. Really, it was getting annoying. I already hated her for her previous attempts to nab Ian when she had a fiancé, but with her always there, it made things even worse. Her bragging just served to make things worse.

I never did get to meet Ian and Paul's parents. They were here for lunch then gone by the next hour. I had to listen to Beth Ann's smug recounting of the lunch every time I came within hearing distance of her... which unfortunately was often.

"Mrs. Broomstein, or Willow as she likes me to call her, is simply a doll," Beth Ann cooed while we sat in the Pottery class a few weeks later. "Willow told me that any time I wanted to meet up to just to let her know. I'd always been her favorite of Ian's girlfriends." Beth Ann gave me a sidelong glance as she said that.

"Max," Dale whispered next to me, touching me on the arm.

"What?" I growled, still glaring daggers at Beth Ann. If I thought I could get away with it, I would curse the bitch to lose all those gorgeous red locks. Then we'd see who the favorite was.

Dale cleared his throat. "Max, stop."

"Huh?" I glanced away from Beth Ann to Dale's amused expression.

He inclined his head toward my hands. "You're kind of killing your pot."

I frowned in confusion as my eyes drifted down. He was right. The pot I'd been trying to create looked more like a big glob of goop from where my fingers had dug into the clay.

I lifted my hands with a sheepish, "Oh. Oops."

Dale smiled at me. "That's okay. I have those days too. Want to talk about it?" He jerked his head toward Beth Ann. Apparently, I hadn't been subtle with my hatred of the redhead.

I sighed dejectedly and shook my head. "Not really. She just drives me nuts."

"I can tell." Dale chuckled as his hands smoothed out the sides of his pot one final time before he slowed the spin of the wheel, bringing it to a stop. "Here. Let me see if we can fix yours."

He leaned over into my area, moving his hands up and down my pot as I moved the wheel with my foot. They had electric ones and even magical pottery wheels, but Pottington claimed it was the lazy way and that we couldn't make a half-decent magical item if we took shortcuts. Things like this needed patience and a deft hand, something I obviously was lacking.

Shooting a look toward our instructor, I hoped she would stay as far away from me and my disaster of a pot today.

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