“Troy,” I heard my name being called for the gazillionth time.
I snapped out of my daydream which, truth be told, was becoming somewhat of a habit and saw Jake and Elaine staring at me suspiciously. We were having lunch and they were discussing something I wasn’t really paying attention to; three days of private lesson with Victoria could do that to you, believe me.
Thing is, just like I had thought, Vic’s “Let’s lie to everyone about you taking magic lessons from me so that you can escape solitude” plans had totally backfired; but not in the way that anyone could have predicted. Turned out the trick she had taught me to show was so good that the school disciplinary committee decided that what I needed to whip me into shape as a wizard- if only they knew what they were talking about- was
