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Alyra Sampson jumped in her seat, lifting her head sharply from the desk. Through a haze of vertigo, she saw Professor Ediltrude standing beside her, glaring.
“Yes, Ms. Ediltrude?” she asked weakly.
“Perhaps you would like to explain to the class the importance of malice in transformational curses.”
Alyra felt herself flush. She had been so preoccupied with trying to keep the room from spinning too much, she had barely been listening to the teacher’s lecture. “Umm…the more malice, the meaner the witch?”
Ediltrude’s eyes burned into Alyra’s. “I suggest,” she snapped, “that you pay attention instead of sleeping!”
Alyra reddened even more as the class broke into snickers. “Yes, ma’am. Sorry, ma’am.”
“And witches do not apologize!”
Alyra sighed as the teacher strode away. Only a week into her firs