Wysteria POV
"Are you sick?" Marissa shouted from the door. Her curly blown into my room, infusing the air with her new shampoo smelling like citrus. "I swore you are paler and lower than normal."
"I am... not..."
I rustled my head on the bed, finding it harder to hide the pain the longer I stayed with them.
"Wysteria, are you going home for the break?" Hazel sat on my bed, swallowing me down with her weight.
"If you are not going home. I will stay here and accompany you." Hazel ran her hand on my head, locking my hair into a messy bun. I felt her release a soft tingling of magic, soothing the rampaging headache.
"Thank you, but please do go home. You had been waiting for today since the first day we enrolled. Your siblings are missing you dearly." I peeked at Hazel through the
