For a wild moment, he imagined telling her everything. Telling her how they’d been trying out for a magic school and not a ballet school, and how Master Rudeos had picked him, even though he’d scored way worse than she had. Would she believe him if he told her about what the school was like and what it felt like to be able to shape fire in his hands or fly up into the air? He thought about telling her that Gadon was his best friend and also a Makar, which was a very big deal because it meant he was one of the few living magicians who could work magic with the element of chaos.
“School’s okay,” he mumbled, shrugging, not sure what else to say.
“I’m surprised you got in,” she said, glancing at his leg and then falling into an awkward silence.
He felt a familiar rush of anger and remembere
