Penniless Girl? She Is The Genius Healer

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rors near the back wall. I adjusted the collar of Greyson's new silver-grey academy robes. I pulled the fabric taut across his shoulders. I smoo

marched in. His leather boots stomped against the floorboards. He pointed a shaking finger directly at us. Beside him stood a taller student. T

led him forward. His voice echoed across the boutique. "That is the slum trash I told you about! I was just looking at a wand, and she attacked me

lie without a second thought. He stepped sideways and blocked the only exit.

ogize to my little brother right

k. They knocked into display racks. Wooden hangers cla

u refuse, I will make sure your pathetic Null brother does not surv

tying Greyson's cravat. I looped the fabric. I pull

. My tone remained completely flat. I didn't raise my voice. "You can report me t

id I waste my breath arguing with a spoiled child. I simply let m

ing ripped with a loud tearing sound. The bottom hem curled upward. The dark fabric lost its color. It bleached white before rapidly turning a bright, glaring pink. It m

letely together. He tried to take a step. He lost his balance. He tipped backward and fell onto the floor with a heavy thud. Hi

in roaring laughter. People covered their mouths. They pointed at the fourth-year duelist rolling around in pink lace. A witch near the cou

antically at his own legs. He shouted every counter-curse he knew. Sparks shot from the tip of his wand. The sparks hit the pink la

r the struggling duelist. I stopped. I looked down at him as he trie

curriculum standard," I said. My voice cut through the laugh