By the time of the afternoon dark magic classes, the rumors must have reached my classmates, because they stared at me with renewed interest.
The entire duration of the class, I kept feeling the stares of my classmates, as the faint murmurs reached my ears. "Non-magical fight…", "Eryr was pretty shaken…", "why did she avoid magic?".
The professor who droned incessantly about the structure of magic spells, didn't seem to mind the background noise. But then, he was used to it.
The teachers in the PAAM Department weren't very good, as I'd been finding recently. Most of them were terrible at explaining anything, just reading stuff from notes. And, because they were older dark mages, they didn't take well to being questioned, either.
Professor Alarch, it seems, was one of the best. Maybe th
