Katrina
He looks toward Miss Crandall, Kayla, and the other students in the back row as he finishes his statement. A silent threat that if they get in my way of succeeding, harm will befall them. Some of the students are awed when he finishes, a few girls whispering, wishing that they'd have a Fated mate or someone like Luka, while other students are glaring straight at him, challenging him.
"Well said, Professor." Mistress Crandall declared, standing from her seat and clapping her hands loudly, "Now, if we can, please proceed with the second half of the exam. I do have other places to be today. Katrina, if you can, go first."
Luka doesn't acknowledge her statement, instead walking up the stairs to collect the examinations, taking his time while doing so. In the meantime, my palms have begun to sweat and my leg is tapping under my desk. I had hoped that my physical display would be toward the end of the exam when students are no longer interested in watching their peers to see if they fail. I'd also been hoping to watch the other students and memorize their stances.
When Luka returned to his desk, he set the papers in a perfect stack inside an empty manilla folder before he turned to smile at my proctor, "Perfect, I had already been planning on Katrina presenting first, as her next examination is with Professor Herja, and she'll need time to replenish her aura."
Mistress Crandall raised her brow, and I knew what she thought before she spoke her next sentence. Was he giving me leniency that would normally not be provided to other students? Luka also seemed to grasp what her look meant because before she could ask her question, he's already begun to explain himself. "If you look at prior years, you'll see that any student of mine who's had their defense exam, after their midterms or final exam, has been allowed to present first. Katrina is the only student in this class who is taking Sparring. I would've gone in Alphabetical order if there were other students."
"Of course, Professor. I wasn't expecting an explanation." She responded, even though she'd jotted down his explanation in a notebook I hadn't noticed before.
"Now, class, before we begin, I wanted to discuss the physical part of the exam. Each skill set I test you on will be different. I've written down every magical stance we've studied in class up until now on flashcards, and the student performing will pick their stance from the deck. The cards will be laid out at random on my desk." While he's explaining this, he's opening up a drawer from his desk, pulling out a large stack of cards, and laying them flat on his desk, face down, not even bothering to look at the cards as he's placing them on the desk.
"Katrina, if you'd please come forward," Luka called, beckoning me to his desk.
I stood up on shaky legs and wondered if this sensation was what baby deer felt when they stood up to walk for the first time. I take a moment to smooth out my skirt and straighten my blouse, trying to calm my nerves. As I began to walk toward Luka's desk, I stiffened my posture and held my head high, hoping I looked like a bad-ass bitch and not like the bundle of anxiety I felt on the inside. Once I reached Luka's desk, I didn't bother with pleasantries or small talk; I just grabbed my flash card and looked to see what was written on it. Reality Warping. It wasn't something that I was entirely familiar with it, and it must've been studied before I attended class, but I'd vaguely read something about it when skimming for the answers on the written exam, so I thankfully knew the gist of it. I needed to create a phenomenon where the people in this classroom would think they were somewhere else or that an event was happening that differed from the examination I was being given.
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