Chapter 91 : Magic Midterms
If the Capital Institute of Arcane Excellence had a motto, it was probably something like "We stress you out with dignity."
The morning of the Magic Midterms dawned bright, cold, and buzzing with the kind of collective panic only teenage mages could generate. The courtyard was crammed with students muttering incantations, practicing hand signs, or simply trying not to throw up from nerves.
Revantra, for once, looked almost normal.
She stood near the edge of the field with her cloak folded neatly over one arm, hair tied back, eyes half-lidded as she watched a boy fail to summon a gust of wind for the fourth time.
A spark fizzled out of his wand, and he sneezed.
Revantra tilted her head. "I think he cast pollen."
Next to her, a sharp-featured girl with ink-stained sleeves nodded solemnly. "That's Connor. He once turned his shoes into birds. Mid-exam."
Revantra blinked. "...Did they fly away?"
"Right into the examiner's face."
"Ah. Talented."
High above, the faculty watched from a shaded balcony, each with a clipboard and a cup of something expensive. Professor Vennar, the Head of Elemental Studies, already looked exhausted and hadn't even called the first name.