Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-24.214.117.2-20190923171355/@comment-24.214.117.2-20191003212702

So sorry i've been ofline for sooo long! I've had a really hectic week, but i'm back, so here's the next part!

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Three minutes after sessions started, Sophie was starting to regret her decision to ditch telepathy. "What if there are mentors in the cafeteria?" she asked, hoping for some way out of it.

"All of the mentors will be teaching," he said, flashing his trade-mark smirk. "They only use it between sessions and during lunch and studyhall."

She tugged on a loose eyelash. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Don't worry." His smile faded. "Plus, you deserve some butterblasts after..." he trailed off, and Sophie noticed a small crease between his brows before he shook his head.

"I cannot believe I let you talk me into this!" Sandor muttered.

"I can't believe it either," Sophie admitted.

"Give me one reason not to drag you back there."

"That's easy," Ro burst in, breaking her glare-fest with Bo. "Because if Fitz says one wrong word I'm betting it she would unleash all her elf-y anger on him, which would be worse."

Sophie winced when she realized that she was probably right. She didn't want to inflict on Fitz, but she'd already come close to it during lunch when he had had the nerve to glare at Keefe when he sent a blue breeze through her head.

--TrickyZbear