Chapter Six
I shuffle in my seat, hating how nervous I must appear.
"I've been hoping to avoid this conversation, Miss Black," the Dean says once he's seated.
Despite it all, relief sinks through me. It's probably not Thomas I'm here about then. We haven't been spending time together long enough. Which means that the black magic is probably out too, especially as we only did that once. Which leaves...
"This is about my magic, isn't it?" I ask.
"I'm afraid so." He shuffles a file before opening it. "What I don't understand is that all your test scores before coming here are extraordinary. You appear to be a bright young witch."
"Thank you." My gratitude is empty. I can tell whatever he's going to say next isn't going to be nearly so nice.
"So, what happened?"
"I don't know," I answe
