The Origin of Magic
Photo by Sheri Hooley on Unsplash “You’ll never believe this.” “Now I’m certain.” The air is heavy, cumulative of dust of thousands of students entering and exiting the classroom, which settles at the end of each busy class day, only to be tossed in the air by the next. Two students whisper in the back of the classroom, one retelling the tale of his weekend escapades, while the other struggles to pay attention to the lecture. He’s unamused by the weekend story. “It was the end of the night, and we’ve been talking the entire time. She’s in my Alchemy class, the chick with the red hair and the giant—” “Yes, Shaina. You mention her all the time.” “Yeah, yeah, Shaina. Well, like I said, we were talking the whole time, and—” Ralfe tunes Zadle out. He doesn’t care about the almost hook up he’s setting up for the story. He knows nothing happened, because he was back in the room before midnight. Ralfe happened to be studying at the time, so he doesn’t appreciat