Chapter 42 42- Do Not Let Him Teach You Anything
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“Oh my gosh, I’m was sorry, I didn’t mean to make you wait!” 1 quickly apologise. Guilt hits immediately. That was rude. I should have at LEAST texted him. Blake’s eyes flick over me in a single, sharp sweep, posture, face, hands, checking before he even answers.
“What’s going on?” He asks, his voice calm but edged with something protective,
“Are you alright?” He demands, Oh. Right. From his perspective, this probably looks… Bad. Me alone in a classroom after hours with a professor. I suddenly realise how easily this could be read as trouble. Or another professor warning me off of him or something
“I’m fine.” I say quickly. At his doubtful expression I continue.
“I promise. I’m actually great.“1 add, softening my tone. I turn slightly so he can see Layla as well.
“Professor Young, Layla, offered to help me learn some actual healing magic. The rest of the class isn’t doing it yet.” I gesture vaguely to the desk, the
notes, my own very obvious excitement.
“It’s extra stuff. Optional.” I explain. Blake studies me for another moment, then something in his expression eases. The tension in his shoulders loosens
just a fraction.
“That explains why you look so excited.” He says quietly. I nod, unable to stop the grin spreading across my face.
“Yep.” I agree. There’s a pause. Then Blake speaks again, more decisively.
“I want to watch.” He insists. Both Layla and I look at him.
“It might help me to figure out more clues about what you are.” He continues, completely unapologetic. He is making a demand technically, but there’s no aggression in it. Just certainty, I turn to Layla, hands clasped together in front of me without even realising it, eyes wide and hopeful.
“Is it okay if Blake stays?” I ask, pitching my voice just this side of pleading. Layla hesitates. Just briefly. Her gaze moves from Blake to me and back again, not disapproving, but evaluating. She looks… Cautious. Wary, and a little curious.
“As long as you are comfortable with him being here…” She says slowly, choosing her words.
“Then… I suppose it’s acceptable. Dragons don’t generally possess much in the way of healing magic, so I’m not particularly concerned about him attempting anything beyond his skill level.” She adds. I don’t even have to think.
“I’d like him to stay.” I say immediately. Blake gives a single, satisfied nod, like that was the only answer he’d been expecting. He moves to a nearby chair and sits where he can see clearly without crowding us, close enough to feel solid and present, far enough to give me space. Honestly, I’m fairly certain he wouldn’t have left regardless of what Layla said. So it’s probably a good thing she agreed.
Layla spends another fifteen minutes explaining the magic I’ll need to use, and then, more importantly, how to use it. A lot of it seems to hinge on
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42- Do Not Let Him Teach You Anything
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interrogation. No looming dragon fury.
“Perfect.” Layla says, missing none of it.
“It helps that it’s somewhere you can see easily. That’s not technically required, but it makes things simpler for beginners.” She gestures as she speaks, clearly slipping into teacher mode again.
“Eventually, I’ll teach you a spell that allows you to perform a sort of full body scan, checking someone for injuries without relying on sight. But that’s a second–year topic. And it requires a volunteer. It’s difficult to use on yourself because you already know what hurts, and it can be a bit… Invasive.” She tells me as she grimaces faintly.
“People don’t always like others poking around magically inside their bodies. Understandably. But anyway, off topic. She refocuses on me.
“I want you to draw on your magic and try the visualisation exercise we discussed. Take it slow. If you feel any discomfort, stop immediately and tell me.” She instructs, then she smiles, calm and reassuring. I nod. Hesitant. Then I just… Stare at my arm. At the faint, yellowing bruise near my elbow.
“Um… How do I actually… Draw on my magic? I don’t really know what that means.” I say quietly. Layla’s brow furrows.
“Oh.” She pauses, then exhales slowly.
“Right. I’m a witch, not a shifter, so for me it’s… Different. But usually it’s not that different from the magic you feel during shifting and…” She trails off.
Except you’ve never shifted…” She finishes, her eyes widening slightly as the realisation hits. 1
“Damn.” She mutters. My shoulders slump before I can stop them. Does that mean I can’t do it? That I can’t try any spells until I learn how to shift? And what if I never figure it out? What if this is just another thing I’m locked out of? Before I can spiral any further, Blake clears his throat.
“I have an idea.” He says, his voice low. My head snaps up.
“You do?” I ask, hope flaring despite myself. He nods once. Calm. Certain. Layla looks hesitant, clearly unsure whether she should interrupt, but she stays silent, watching him carefully. I can’t tell if she’s giving him space out of professional curiosity or because, well… He’s a dragon.
“I want you to try the relaxation exercise we did earlier today. The one where you tense and release each muscle.” Blake says evenly. I nod automatically.
“When you reach that prickling sensation you described, I want you to imagine pulling that feeling inward. Gathering it. Focusing it into one place instead of letting it spread.” He explains. Then pauses, thinking.
“When I draw on magic, I imagine the sensation of my scales pushing through. That pressure. That shift.” He clarifies. His eyes flick to mine.
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How does shwe still have a bruise but was able to heal faster from being burned? even the potions teacher was surprised how fast she healed
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