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| �Great! What�s the class on Lycanthropy called, and does it meet a history requirement?� �Yes. Lectures on Supernatural Creatures during the Second Age of Civilization 101.� Scrolling down the class list, I�m surprised to find it�s actually not the one with the longest title. That�s reserved for Manipulation of Ethereal Energies Within an Enclosed Environment while Utilizing Lower to Mid Level Circles of Summoning and Holding 505. There�s a list of course requirements over a screen long underneath it. In fact, all of the course tiltles are pretty long winded. Its like wizards haven�t invented enough words so they have to make do with explaining everything out. No wonder Lisa looked so confused. The new class fits better into my schedule. In less than a second, I�m switched over. �Thanks again.� I say, pushing the screen back across the table to Maxis. I really need to find new ways to express gratitude. I�m beginning to sound like that hokey kids� show with all the recycled footage, the one about the Glacier Hoppers. There�s a low buzz which I know is the outside intercom because it sounds exactly the same in my room. Blitz gets up and walks to the wall by the door. �Is that you Hannah?� �Yes.� I make out the voice barely over the white noise of the intercom. �I�ll come and let you up.� He lets go the button and walks out. �Who�s Hannah?� I ask. Maxis shrugs his shoulders. �I don�t know. Guess we�ll find out though.� He smiles and our eyes meet. For a second he looks like a snapshot from a magazine, the touseled hair and dazzling smile mixing in a way that�s almost scary. My stomach flips. Then he turns his head, it�s just Maxis again and I let go a breath I didn�t even realize I was holding. �So those orbs Blitz made aren�t actually creating energy from nothing?� Lisa asks, staring up from the notereader with desperation written on her face. Maxis starts talking about something to do with quantum theory. I lean forward, dropping my elbows onto my knees and resting my chin in my hands. His words wash over me. I�m tempted to ask for the notereader again and switch back my class. I hope all of the magic classes aren�t this confusing. I don�t understand a bit of it. |
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