8
I’ve been moved around by transport spells before. Alec’s spells are like riding a Ferris wheel; my stomach does a few flip-flops and it’s over. But with Babs? Things may start off like a Ferris wheel ride, but they don’t stay that way. Soon, it feels as if needles are pricking into my skin all over. Red smoke burns my eyes. I hiss in a pained breath.
A moment later, it’s over. I’m in the principals’ office. I hug my elbows.
The office is a tall space with striped wallpaper: red, gold, and silver. The ceiling is pressed tin that’s painted in alternating blocks of the same colors. A long black table stands against the far wall. Three high-backed chairs wait behind it. Glancing behind me, I find there are no chairs for students. No additional furniture either. Not sure what I expected.
