Exiting the class, I saw everyone look at each other like a dog caught stealing. I huffed and took Xiomara’s folder out, “Roma, io, okay, seriously do you have a nickname? um, okay, Xio, iomara?” I tried desperately to pronounce it, and she walked right next to me.
I gave my best apologetic face, “I’m sorry. I swear I’m innocent. Is there a name I could use that’s easier?” I asked, a bit hopeful, “where is my class?” She asked, avoiding my question.
“Right here,” I walked forward and opened the folder again, only to realize she had the assignment to do after knowing her class.
“Um, you have to run inside the school. If you smell any magic or creature that isn’t the ones you came with, inform Kol and the group,” I said in a resume. She nodded and added, “by the way, instead of asking fo
