LOVE OF A QUISLING- A Blazing Inferno

before exiting the class. Only then does everyone pack up and leave. His reputation as the most handsome teacher in Manville High is

ked arms and sweaty bodies. "Ow! What a bitch!" exclaims a brunette with freckles. Lia doesn't bother apologizing; she ab

rritated by the smell of sweat on her. Her senses may be weaker than that of a normal witch, but they're still quite sharp. At least

'll be hard to explain how you suddenly appeared out of thin air to anyone who comes by. I keep telling you to exercise caution, but you never listen..." "Oh shush, dear. I've lived among mortals

e for you and he would do so without a word of complaint. What's a mere teacher compared to that?" "He's the hottest teacher in school," Lia argues. "So? Don't tell me you're crushing on him or something." "I'm not." "Then what's the problem with leaving the clas

hing witches are famous for apart from their unparalleled control of magic, it's their haughtiness. Sandara says it's an acquired tr

" Sandara squeezes Lia's shoulders a little too tight for her liking and then vanishes. Lia walks straight ahead into a portal mad

k that looked like it had seen better days, despite being relatively new, she exits the makeshift room and heads for her mining site. Her trusty

cate the end of her search, so it is easy for her to continue. Using her magiconet, she tries to locate anything that hints

ternē. Pternē are magical devices, used by ancient, pure-blooded witches to store minuscule amounts of magic. Undeterred by her poor luck, she keeps searching u

loves her niece dearly. Lia takes only three steps when she hears her aunt whisper into her ears. "Why are you late?" "I got caught up scanning a really deep c

rried Sandara is not something she would ever consider doing. Not if she can help it. "I'm feeling quite merciful today, but you won't