Wicked

"Why is a lonely peasant playing in the royal park by herself?!" a small red-haired boy asks coldly as he stared at a small six-year-old girl who was sitting alone in a sandpit. Hearing his question, the small girl quickly turned her head in order to see who was speaking to her. This made her short black hair to rest on her left shoulder as she stopped moving. Her expression remained perplexed, her eyes slightly wide in surprise meanwhile she looked back at the hastily spoken boy who appeared to be around her age, however she soon took notice of the fact the boy was a few centimeters taller than her. The boy seeing her reaction quickly snorts disdainfully at how dumb her expression as he turned his head quickly, signalling that he didn’t truly care to hear her answer. This made the bemused girl tilt her head slowly, causing her neck to be fully exposed. 

Thanking the elderly woman at the counter who handed her a cup of juice, the woman's eyes showed some warmth which made the brown-haired girl feel relief. Knowing that there was some good in the school, even if it was hard to find it thanks to those who would gladly snuff it out.  Now turning to find a place to sit, Anberine immediately felt her stomach leap up to her throat as she suddenly tripped and fell straight on to the floor.  This to her sorrow resulted in laughter from the ones who saw her fall, her ears immediately became red while throbbing uncomfortably due to how hot they became. Food and juice now covered her semi shaking body after hitting the floor.  Even though she was in pain she tried not to whimper even though her hands and knees were screaming from the impact as she tried to get up.  Her hands that held the tray releas

"I wouldn't need to judge you, that is, if you actually bothered to hit the books like the rest of us" Gawain said with bland eyes, hearing this caused her to grit her teeth in displeasure at how hypocritical he was being. "And you haven't been bothering her with potions?" Helga challenged but he remained emotionless. "Unlike you I was comparing my notes, I had done the homework I just wanted to make sure I was doing it properly otherwise we would have to repeat the year. Something I'm sure you'd be on guard for" Gawain said as they watched her face flush from the comment. "I-ugh-fine I'll hit the books! Just this time I really need your help Anberine, once you have the time" Helga said now looking away wearily, blinking after her eyes recovered from the unwanted situation Anberine stared at them. "It's fine, not like it won't benefit me anyways" Anberine replied in a monotone voice that had Helga sm

“That was scary” Helga whined softly as she wiped her forehead when they left the class.Now mentally happy to be away from their Potion’s Teacher who gave them occasional stern warning about misuse of potions and spells. So far she stayed with the group since they had nothing left to do for the day. Eventually however everyone arrived at Merlia’s room which consists of blue walls, on the walls and ceiling they contained light green markings that glowed softly in the dark. Near the bed was a single wall shelf that had some books while some dresses that were half made were littered on the table by a sewing machine. Moving a stray sleeve from the chair Helga took a seat while Merlia happily resumed her sewing, Mordred meanwhile activated a statue on the ledge of their window with his magic. Soon a grey owl made of stone was formed and began to take fl

“I’m glad I found you Anberine! I have a project for you” she cheered while a stunned Anberine who had been close to dropping more than one drop of the vial’s contents into the pot froze. Not trusting her voice she stared at her friend in surprise as she placed the vial down. “Um... what?” Anberine asked looking speechless from the sudden entrance, seeing this would have made Helga laugh had she not remembered why she needed her friend. “Come on! The others are waiting for you” Helga cried as she dragged her friend out the room. “But what about my stuff?” Anberine cried in shock from the sudden pull as she still had the vial in her hand. Flashing a worried look at her bag and books she had a sense at that moment people could steal once they realise who it belonged to. “Forget that, we need you