Chapitre 10: X · Everybody is Looking at Her
Mass release: 5/25
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"Stay behind me, Emerald," Dior muttered under her breath, grabbing the hand of her daughter and bringing her to her side. "It's your time to shine, sweetheart," she whispered.
On my account, let's add. She rolled her eyes hard, holding on the arms of her backpack, uncomfortable, taking advantage that none of the people in the overwhelmingly crowded huge room could tell where she's looking at, to let her eyes wonder around, making sure to stay about seven steps behind Dior and Saoirse, far from excited to be anywhere near them. Well, this is awkward. Look at all of them, shamelessly glaring at me, and probably thinking I'm blind or some shit. That brought a mischievous grin to her red lips, that made more than handful kids flinch startled.
["I have an amazing feeling about thissssss,"] Jade beamed.
"You're the only one, I only feel dread," she growled.
["I agree with Jade!"]
Emerald scoffed, "You don't count, you're her mate, dumbass."
"Is she crazy?" Someone mumbled.
"Who is she talking to?"
"Gaia above, what's with her freaky belt?" Another mocked.
"Well, she's quite hot for a blind girl," a cherry-haired girl said.
Emerald eyes went directly to her and the girl flinched, "I am, ain't I? I know, but thanks, cherry girl," she mocked and turned to her front again.
"What the hell?" The girl cried startled behind her.
"How did she know you're hair is cherry red?"
"What a freak," somebody else growled.
"She looks like a child," someone mocked.
"A weakling child," another added laughing, as if it was funny.
"Well, we can't expect much from the assignment of the reaper's daughter, can we?" A black girl with silver hair mocked near the others.
Reaper? Is that how they call Dior around here? Maniac still suits her more in my eyes, but that must be befitting, given who she murdered. Crazy bitch. "Quite overflown with bad energy this place, uh," she mocked, talking to her familiars. "A bunch of bully wannabes."
["You are ussssssed to thissssss kind of people,"] Jade brushed.
"True," she purred, taking a long sip of her potion tea.
"Her teeth," another witch gasped. "It's pointy."
"It's called canines, dumb idiot. Do you not know biology?" She snapped at the girl, without even sparing her a turn of her head, but the lil comment made her self-conscious, and she clenched her jaw, drinking in a way her sharper canines wouldn't show much.
Annoyed, she grabbed the other ear pod from her pocket and put on her free ear, touching it to make the playlist get back to playing, and Too Well by Reneé Rapp began to take her mind off of the overwhelming hostile energy surrounding her.
Mom, this place ain't as cool as you said it was. She swallowed.
But as the song got near its end, as she reached the front of the big crowd where Dior and Saoirse were, the maniac turned her head to her, pointing to her ears. Slowly, feeling the weight of all the gazes in the room on her, she paused the playlist again, and holding the bottle in her left hand, she used her right to take off her ear pods and set them in her frontal pocket. Her heart spanking her ribcage.
"What is it now, Dior?" She asked annoyed, and the wave of gasps did not pass by unnoticed, she just didn't give a shit.
"Hah, ain't she lovely?" Dior mocked. "Come closer, Em."
"Don't call me that," she growled by walked closer, making sure to still stay away from the witch and her daughter. "Now what?"
"Does she speaks like this to you constantly?" Lord Rhys asked.
"We are very intimate, since she's been my apprentice for a year now, Lord Rhys," Dior lied and Emerald had to press her lips together not to laugh at the confidence the witch put in that bullshiting sentence.
"How old did you said she was again?" He blinked, confused.
"I can speak for myself," she growled. "I am nineteen years old."
Another wave of gasps took over the crowd.
"Are you sure there's a 'teen' at the end of that word?" A guy asked shamelessly mocking her, his deep raspy voice spreading chills down her spine, and when she turned her glare to the owner of the voice, she froze and her lips parted slightly as she stared at the most gorgeous men she's ever seen in her entire life.
Towering over most of the people present, with white tattooed skin, wavy black hair parted in the middle falling over his forehead at the edges and shadowing his hunter-shaped mismatched feline eyes, with high cheekbones, a thin snub high-bridge nose, a jaw sharp enough to cut a person in a half, full heart-shaped rosy lips in a vicious smirk that made the dimples at the corner of his lips pop. Gold earrings hanging on her ears, a golden ring piercing on the right corner of his bottom lip, and a gold necklace with a ruby rose pendant hanging over his chest until the height of his heart.
In a black fit button-down closed leather jacket with a lion crest made of gold in the left side of his chest, and a patch with 12 gold stars in it, and another patch on his left shoulder in the shape of a shield having a crowned lion in it. The leather jacket being fit enough to mark all of the men's sculpted muscles like a second skin, matching with leather pants that also mark his long sculpted legs, all with the same gold details as the jacket, ending with pair of ankle high lace-up leather platform boots, that only make him even taller.
Wait- Mismatched eyes, tall and hot, menacing, Lion House, a arrogant vibe around him, tattooed, and white? Fuck. That must be my dad's pupil, Simon, the one who named his familiars after singings squirrels and some shit, Gwyneth's son. She clenched her jaw, frustrated. Dior wasn't joking when she said he was hot, Selene and Nyx save me, I feel my body on fire just by looking at him. This is not good. I can't talk to him because of his truth-telling shit, which makes it worse. So she turned to the headmaster.
"What the hell was that?" He groaned when she didn't talk to him.
"Are you undergrown or something, child?" The headmaster asked.
Emerald clenched her jaw so hard it almost cracker her teeth, "That is quite rude to say to someone you just," fucking, "met, master Risteard Eusebio Bastianini," I ain't calling him Lord, he ain't my Lord. "I am not undergrown, I am perfect grown for a 19-year-old woman, I'm simply not much of a giant as you common folk. Being special is about that."
"Hah, seems like you do have the arrogance of someone your age!"
She glared at the old man, since he can't see her eyes, "In my case it isn't arrogance, master Bastianini," yeah, let's settle for that, "and you will soon realize that too, instead of misjudging me just because I am, what you would consider, someone bellow the average female height of witches. Though I am not short by any means. Having a taller body doesn't make you more susceptible to being the receptacle of more magic, in comparison to someone shorter than yourself. Height does not equal power."
"Arrogant and defiant, I see," he looked down on her.
Emerald raised her hair unbending, glaring up at him. "You?"
He frowned, "What about me?"
"I mean, you're talking about yourself, not me."
"Are you calling me arrogant, kid?" He hissed.
"Does it feels good?" She countered.
His frown deepened, "What feels good?"
"I see you ain't as bright as Dior said you were," she mocked. "I asked if it feels good to be looked down upon and called arrogant unjustly."
"Of course, it does not!" He growled.
"You shouldn't say to others what you wouldn't like to hear."
The old man gasped loudly in dismay, "Dior, who's this uneducated savage undergrown arrogant blind brat?" He yelled at her.
"You don't even know me and you're offending me in six different manners?" She scoffed, even more annoyed. "And I'm uneducated?"
"Emerald!" Dior yelled at her, and she didn't flinch like half the people present, she just turned her glare to the witch, who couldn't see her eyes, but now knows her temper well enough to know that she is glaring. "Do not disrespect the headmaster," she hissed.
"He shouldn't have disrespected me first," she snapped. "Respect is owned, not demanded. And he? Ain't owning shit. Not from me."
"Stop, Em," Saoirse cried exasperated, taking a step closer.
Emerald took a step back, "You lost the right to calm me that."
"Ugh, this unruly girl," Dior groaned, passing her hands over her hair, a sign of anger and frustration. "Forgive my pupil, Headmaster, she's only been with me for a year now. Her name is Emerald Psyche Dimitriadi, she's 19 years old, from April 1st. Em for short, she's an orphan," that made the headmaster turn pale.
Well, seems like her show is about to begin. She rolled her eyes.
"Em was born in the capital city of Athens, Greece, by a non-magical family with Indian inheritance that left her in an orphanage when she was 7. She got adopted by a non-magical couple in Sydney, Australia, and abandoned again at 9, still in Australia. Where she stayed until she turned 18, when she left the orphanage and we crossed paths. She never had magical training prior to our meeting, a year ago, but even now, I still find it hard to measure the amount of magic in her. Thus, the restraining anklets and bracelets. She has a sharp tongue, a horrible temper, and she isn't blind, she just had a very bad eyesight and sensibility to light. She's a green like me and in this short time, she proved to be a prodigy in everything she do."
Emerald tilted her head, a vicious grin dancing on her lips. "Ain't you forgetting something important, Dior?"
Dior turned her sharp glare at her and Emerald pointed her sharp nail to her 'belt', where Jade and Peridot were resting, and the witch sighed, "Ah, yeah," she turned to the old men, "at 9 years old she bonded two twin emerald green serpents, that have been with her ever since. Her menacing and kinda nasty familiars who don't like anybody, just like their antisocial witch here."
"What?" The headmaster gasped, and so did most of the crowd.
"Hey, you two, stop lazing out, don't make me look bad," Emerald groaned, petting their heads. "Stop playing being my belt, come up to my arms, yeah? Didn't you wanna come here? Here we are!"
["We don't want more witchlingsssss, we want the gold!"]
Peridot nodded, ["Let usssss have a little tassssste."]
But at least they came to her arms, Jade on the right and her mate on the left, and Emerald clicked her tongue, "I told you, you cannot eat the gold in the mountain. Content yourselves with the fact that we're standing above the gold, yeah? No eating that damn thing." Scoffing, she turned her head to the headmaster, who's jaw was slack, "Jade and Peridot. Mates. We are a trio, three different green gemstones, no stupid inspiration for it."
"Emerald," a deep and painfully familiar voice spoke behind her, sending shivers down her spine. "Is that what you said your name was?"
And when she turned around to meet the men, as Dior and Saoirse grabbed her right arm, Emerald had to gather all of her will-power not to shake with the overwhelming wave of anxiety to threw her off her feet in a emotional level, as she stared right into those familiar green eyes. Her father familiar eyes, that she last saw 12 years back, when he tried to kill her.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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