Sylvia Fenris’ POV
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I don’t remember the walk back to my dorm. I remember Edwina's hand on my back, Nina cursing Rand's name with words that would have gotten her expelled if a teacher had heard, and Maria saying nothing at all, just sitting close enough that I knew she was there.
They took turns bringing me water, tea, and a blanket, as if I had been physically wounded badly, I really felt the humiliation in front of the entire academy. It was as if I should have possessed the power to reverse everything.
In a sense, I had been rejected. Public rejection is more than heartbreak. Honestly, it hurts a lot. That’s a mark. An open wound for the world to see. Though the wound will heal, the scar will always
