Thayne Nycknell stormed the charms classroom, his mind racing. His jumbling thoughts fuel for his indignation. He would make him sorry for making him look like a fool. It was just one more reason his classmates didn’t need to ridicule him. Reaching the door he steeled himself and reached for the door handle. He hesitated a moment when the door opened on its own, giving the man he sought time to say,
“Come in, Thayne.”
Frowning he stepped forward quickly, suppressing a shiver. It wasn’t late yet, but the cliffs hid the sun from this wing of the castle by two o’clock and an hour later the halls were already chilly. Feeling a little confused but mostly suspicious. He narrowed his eyes trying to locate the professor in the dim light. None of
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the lamps were lit, the only light came from the fire under the large cauldron at the front of the room. “Hurry up and tell me what’s on your mind, it’s like a little thundercloud.” Thayne’s frown deepened as he finally saw movement behind the cauldron. “My mind is not little and besides you can’t even read minds.” He strode into the room and slammed the door.
Professor Globulus raised a ball of light in his hand and it scattered to light the lamps as he turned from the cauldron and regarded Thayne severely.
“Now was that entirely necessary? You almost upset my work.” He gestured to the bubbling cauldron in front of him.
“Is the total darkness necessary? What are you doing?”
“No, it just helps me concentrate. You wanted to discuss something?”
Professor Arthur Globulus crossed his arms, waiting. He was the most mild-tempered teacher at Psyhne, the school of magic. He had gone to school with Thayne’s grandfather, they were both aquamancers, and as members of Florean House had become and remained very close. They shared many things, including a love of rich foods. Globulus’s long hair was steel grey, and hidden under his tall pointed hat was his shining bald pate. Seeing Thayne’s gaze on his hat, he lifted a self-conscious hand to make sure it was sitting properly and Thayne marvelled as he always did at the sight of the blue tinge and slightly wrinkled texture of the skin as if it had been too long submerged in water. It was a sign of the professor’s age and magic that his left and dominant hand showed the signs of its use. Globulus’ brown eyes seemed to laugh at him and Thayne narrowed his own in
response. “You told him,” Thayne growled his hands clenching into fists. The professor did not notice his attention was once again on the cauldron. “Indeed I did,” he replied distractedly without looking up, stroking his long beard as he examined the bubbling contents. “Why? You know it just gave him more ammunition.” Thayne threw himself dejectedly onto a nearby chair. “Not that he needs anymore,” He muttered turning to look up at the professor hopefully. “Why? Because I don’t need the bother of fixing whatever he decided to do to you in his temper. You never think things through do you Thayne. Has Patrick ever expelled a student?” Globulus turned, his hands on his hips and entirely unsympathetic. Opening his mouth to answer, Thayne’s mind went blank. While Globulus waited, the hint of a smile on his lips Thayne thought hard. Professor Patrick ‘Old Cob’ Cobronus, was the complete opposite to Globulus. His fuse was not short it was non-existent. The only similarity between them was their weight, but while Globulus was built like a ball of lard, Old Cob put Thayne in mind of a bull in weight and appearance. With nothing else coming to mind and the professor’s grin growing more and more irritating, he replied carefully, “There was Peter?” “Peter Yientz? Being thrown out of a window doesn’t count, Thayne.” Globulus cut him off and stared hard at him, making Thayne feel uncomfortable. “At least it got him out of this hell-hole,” Thayne muttered darkly and frowned, even he knew that was a lame excuse. “Yes, and into the infirmary for three months.” Thayne knew that Globulus was right but he didn’t want to admit it. He was desperate, he hated Psyhne. He should be in his fourth year by now. No one had ever repeated their first year at Psyhne, ever, until Thayne. For four years he had been a first year, stuck in Varian House. He could do magic but it didn’t always work, and never the same way. He didn’t even know which path he was on, whether he was a Higher or Lower magician. No, not Lower, not anymore. After centuries of being considered lower, the summons and words path was supposed to be considered superior to the ability to draw and shape raw magic. By order of the Supreme Mage (a lower magician). The fact that he know ruled Engola and none dared stand up to him kind of made Thayne think that maybe he had a point. But centuries of belief took longer than a decade or so to change. He might have even been able to overlook the atrocious treatment of Untalented if the Talented that voiced doubts or questions didn’t also disappear. But what did his opposition matter? He was a student who didn’t even know how he accessed magic. Everyone knows what path they take; the path is the conduit to your magic. Whether you can draw and shape raw magic; or whether you use spells, incantations and charms. He did not know what was wrong with him. Even being Ghee would be better, then his lack of Talent could not be denied.
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