As I’m leaving Cyrus’s office later, I feel a little better. Well, we leave it together, actually, because he has to go back to the main entrance to continue working on breaking the spell. When I asked him about how they’re progressing, he pretty much dodged the question.
I took it as a bad sign. And as I sign that I should keep my mouth shut and stop boring into him about it. We didn’t do much about my magic, because we ran out of time. We spent most of the lesson talking. It wasn’t really productive, but I think we both needed it.
My mentor leaves me at the entrance to the dormitories, telling me that we’ll probably meet around the same time tomorrow. “Deal. And get some sleep, please,” I tell him, knowing that he probably slept an hour a day in this past week. And that would be a lot
