CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Malcolm Malice felt a twinge of nerves as he took a seat at the large round table in Mistress Obsidian’s office. The head mistress had not yet arrived. A group of older students sat around the same table and they watched Malcolm quietly. He found it somewhat intimidating that he was the youngest one here. They were all in the years above him, all exceptionally talented seers in their own rights. He tried not to let his nerves surface and instead tipped up his chin, reminding himself just how proud he was to have been invited.
Just then, the door opened and in waltzed Mistress Obsidian. Her long flowing black dress swirled around her as she sank into the throne-like seat at the head of the table. There was a triumphant smile on her face. She leaned forward and looked inte
