Tangled

Chapter 235

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235 Ava: Magic Training (1)

235 Ava: Magic Training (1)

Magister Orion clasps his hands in front of him and beams in my direction. "And now, we have you, Ava Grey. The first wizard in a very long time."

Feeling the intensity of his gaze, I shift my weight, settling a little deeper into my chair as though that will somehow shield me from his excitement. "I don't want

you to see me as something special. I'm just me."

"You can't get away from being special, Ava Grey." He sighs. "It's unfortunate, but you'll never be able to escape that. Even without your magic, you're mated to an alpha, correct?"

I nod.

"Then you were already special to begin with." He spreads his hands with a little shrug. "Your magic is

like confetti on a cake."

Confetti?

Oh. He must mean sprinkles.

"Sprinkles are disgusting," I point out.

They are not. I like them. Selene's little whisper in my

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mind has my nose wrinkling

Sprinkles are just crunchy wax covering delicious icing. They have no business being within a mile of a decent

cake.

"Yes, well, there are those who love their sprinkles."

Magister Orion claps his hands. "So. Fire was your first element. I'm a little surprised. I thought it would be

water."

Tilting my head, I ask, "Does it matter?"

"Matter? No. It's a simple bit of curiosity. A personal theory, I suppose. Have you had any success with

other elements?"

"Water," Vanessa offers.

"Oh?" That sparkling look in his eyes is back. "You

touched water?"

"Not exactly. Nothing happened, but I could feel

refreshing and cool, when I finally

were you having memories again, when you felt

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with fire." Squinting, I think back. "I did think

relax. Once

me on its own."

through my explanation makes me

I'm not sure of the words to use, or how to describe the feelings in

with the element. This is still good, still good.

pace. His lips move, but the words are too quiet for me to catch. I strain my ears, leaning forward slightly, but it's no

heavy I swear I feel the air move. "Red tape," he grumbles. "Always

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his voice rising. "Florice can take

widen. It's jarring, like hearing

swear.

apologize for my crass language," he says, noticing my expression. "I'm simply sick of how things

awkward and uncertain.

of an exaggeration than

bizarre tidbit about Fae bureaucracy, Magister Orion's demeanor shifts. "Follow me,"

stops in front of a blank wall, and I'm about

The wall shimmers

nothing before

Magic Training

to make sense of what I'm seeing. The ceiling-if you can call it

once.

the air, in the ground beneath my feet. I can almost taste it, a tang

the training

announces.

melt away, replaced by sleek metal walls. We're

just happened?" I ask, my voice barely above

to the needs of its owner," Magister Orion explains. "But it won't change

slow circle, taking it all in. The level of magic surrounding

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looks like a forested

to make sense of what I'm seeing. The ceiling-if

that- cycles between sun, stars, and wooden beams like a normal ceiling. It's disorienting and beautiful

once.

in the ground beneath my feet. I can almost taste it, a tang

to the training

announces.

room shimmers. The trees melt away, replaced by sleek metal walls. We're suddenly standing in what

according to the needs of its owner," Magister Orion explains. "But it won't change at

spin in a slow circle, taking it all in. The level of magic

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my arms stand up, sends a

be safe to practice your

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