Unexpected Agents (Magical Arts Academy Book 3) by Lucia Ashta

Author:Lucia Ashta [Ashta, Lucia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Awaken to Peace Press
Published: 2018-07-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

We’d only managed to take two classes since Nando woke from his spell-induced sleep, not at all what I’d imagined when I first learned he and I were being recruited to the Magical Arts Academy. I realized Arianne was worried about this; she’d commented a few times that the academy was taking too long to come together, but I could hardly blame any of them. It wasn’t as if all that had happened was their fault.

Nando and I stood huddled at the second story landing of the grand staircase, trying to figure out what all the commotion was about. In the short time we’d been at the academy, we’d already learned that commotion almost always meant trouble, and when the SMS was involved, it usually meant terrible trouble.

Marcelo thundered down the stairs right past us, clutching Clara firmly by the hand. They swept past us with barely a look. Not even the usually friendly Clara reacted to our curious glances. Something was wrong.

“They must have landed the dragon on the roof,” I whispered to Nando.

His eyes were fixed on the retreating figures rushing down the stairs. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

“Yeah, I do too.” I sighed. “Can’t it ever be good news?”

“I hope so.” His smile wasn’t convincing. “Let’s go see what this is all about.”

Just then, Gertrude raced past us, Brave half a step behind her. Neither one of them acknowledged our presence in their haste.

Nando arched his eyebrows at me, and we ran after them. I clutched my skirts in my hands so I could skim the treads without falling.

We followed into the parlor. It was packed, even though all the firedrakes but Mathieu and Sylvia were absent. Nando and I leaned against either side of the large door jam and waited. I wanted to ask a million questions, but I understood it wasn’t my place.

Arianne, who’d been sitting on the sofa next to Gustave, jumped to standing. I studied Gustave, wondering if his memories had been restored, but I couldn’t tell. He looked perhaps a bit more focused, but I wasn’t sure that indicated anything. For everyone’s sake, I hoped he was back. From the palpable panic in the room it was evident we needed all the help we could get.

“Tell me this first,” Arianne started, a hand to her chest. “Are you all right? Are you injured?”

“We’re fine, Grand-mère, really, we are, just a bit shaken, that’s all,” Clara said. She looked to Gertrude next, offering her a slight smile of reassurance. The sisters were close, perhaps even as close as Nando and I were. I could tell just from the brief time I’d observed them together.

“What is it?” Madame Pimlish, out of breath, asked in a whirl of flower-patterned fabric and fluster, popping in through the parlor’s other entrance. “What’s all this fuss about?”

She’s one to talk. I was starting to think Madame Pimlish didn’t go anywhere without making a fuss.

Her hand settled on her ample bosom. “Well? I’m starting to feel faint with panic, so someone had better start filling me in.

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