Chapter 6: A Class Back
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Chapter 6
~Spring’s POV~
By the time I reached class, my heart had steadied, but my mind hadn’t. The name Rael still echoed in my skull like a bell I couldn’t unring. I forced my feet to carry me forward and slid into my seat near the back of the room.
I didn’t open my new phone. I didn’t even glance at it. Right now, I need to stay calm. Invisible, if possible. Though after today, that was laughable.
The room buzzed softly as students filed in, their voices low and scattered. Some eyes flicked my way. I ignored them. I sat up straight, pulled out my notebook, and waited.
A moment later, the door opened and the professor walked in.
He was young—maybe late thirties—with short, dark chestnut hair and a lean, sharply cut frame.
His tailored blazer and ironed slacks gave off a casual authority, and the silver-rimmed glasses he adjusted on his nose as he moved to the board only amplified it.
"Good morning, everyone," he said, his voice smooth and deep. "Today, we begin a new unit on Pre-Modern Magical Politics. I don’t expect you to know anything about it."