Willow
After spending most of the day listening to a professor talking about how important it is to make friends here at Magic Academy and not to feel alone, I’m starving. I scoop pasta into my mouth, wolfing down the free food until Courtney, the dark elf prefect, sits by my table with her tray.
She isn’t alone.
Two other blue elves are with her. All three of them are tall, pretty, and white-haired. Courtney and the one on her left side are dark blue, while the third one is a lighter blue - perhaps a hybrid?
“So,” Courtney meets my eyes. Hers are blue and glowing unnaturally. It’s hard to look away from them. “What did you talk to Caleb about?”
I arch an eyebrow. “No offense, but that’s none of your business.” What’s it to her? Wait. Don’t tell me Courtney is into Caleb? That must be
