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Assistant: Title: Tumbling into Magic
        Author: Creativityx Creativityx 
        Chapter: 7/36 
        Summary: Ava had spent her entire life at the orphanage. Her parents died when she was young. She couldn't remember a thing. But what she does know is when you turn 19, you're out of there. All she wants is a place to lay her head for the night. This place would have been nice, had it not been a portal to the magical world.
        Contents: Chapter 7
    

    

        
          
          
            It was like fate was pushing her towards everyone from this friend group. Those who left and those who remained. It was weird. But, spending a class with her rather pretty roommate was hardly a problem. Though, it's getting harder and harder to keep pretending that she's a siren.
          
        

  

  
  
    
    She walks over to Beatrice and just stands there for a moment. Does she talk first? Does she let Beatrice? What if she says something and Beatrice hates it and tells her to find a new room? She knows realistically that it probably won't happen but there’s just something about her. There’s a degree of intimidation about the way she holds herself. ‘Are you quite alright?’ Beatrice asks. ‘The other teams have already gathered their lists and supplies, shall we not wait any longer?’ God, she even talks with poise. ‘Ah, yeah, yeah we can do that.’ Ava responds, looking around the library in confusion. ‘And where exactly do we do that?’ She watches as the corner of Beatrice’s mouth quirks, seemingly entertained by Ava’s words. ‘I would suggest,’ she starts, biting her lip in what Ava knows to be her holding back a smile. ‘That we visit the desk next to our teacher, where all the others have been gathering their supplies?’ ‘Oh,’ Ava lets out, blinking her eyes for a moment. Was she staring at Beatrice that much that she didn’t even notice everyone leaving? ‘Okay, let’s go get the stuff!’ She cheers, trying to add some enthusiasm to mask the tiny bit of embarrassment she may have over staring at a girl that hard.  Beatrice inclines her head in acknowledgement before making her way over to the desk.  ‘Ah, my two wayward stragglers finally arrive for their supplies, I see.’ The teacher teases, shuffling through a few of his papers before pulling out a rather large notebook from beneath it. Beatrice raises her brow at the notebook, ‘The other groups were receiving something much smaller than this.’ The man’s face settles on an expression that Ava doesn’t like at all, ‘But what is that to an Ozanne? I’m certain you can handle it.’ She watches as Beatrice almost sneers at his words, grabbing the notebook out of his hands without a word and walking away to what Ava assumes is the south-east quarter of the library. She hurries her steps to catch up with her. When Beatrice finally slows, having reached their section of the library, she immediately starts pulling books off the shelves, seemingly doing a job that was meant for the two of them by herself.  Ava frowns, ‘Hey,’ she lets out softly, reaching over to place her hand on top of one of the books Beatrice had grabbed. ‘Are you alright?’ ‘Of course,’ Beatrice huffs, dropping the book onto the small desk beside them and reaching for another.  ‘It’s just,’ Ava starts, this time pulling the book out of Beatrice’s hands, ‘That teacher wasn’t exactly being nice to you.’ Beatrice just grabs the book back out of Ava’s hands, ‘We needn’t speak of it, he is right, I am an Ozanne and I am perfectly capable of shifting a few old books around.’ ‘Well,’ Ava responds, looking over Beatrice’s shoulder at the list in her hand and grabbing one of the books listed on there, ‘At least let me help you, it is a task made for two people whether you’re some capable Ozanne or not.’ Beatrice sighs, ‘Very well,’ she turns back to the desk where the books had really begun to stack up. ‘We do need to skim the books for their contents first in order to know where they need to be placed.’ Ava grins, ‘Since you seem to be an expert at the grabbing, allow me to be the expert at the reading part of it.’ Beatrice hums, ‘Are you familiar with every magical creature language?’ ‘Well, no, but I am exceptionally good at looking at pictures, how hard could it be?’ This time a snort escapes Beatrice, the girl clearly struggling and failing to hold back her laughter. ‘I suppose that will be adequate.’ With that, they begin their work. Beatrice would grab a book off the shelf, Ava would skim their contents, guess where it should go and Beatrice would correct her, gently moving it out of her hands and into the pile it should be in. ‘Look at this one,’ Ava hums, breaking the silence that had started to fall over them, ‘It seems to be some story about the elves.’ Beatrice tilts her head at that, moving over so that she was almost touching Ava’s left side. Which was totally fine, you know, she’s cool, all of this is cool and Ava is definitely not someone who just catches feelings. Though, she can feel Beatrice’s breath against her neck as she reads out what is written. ‘Peculiar,’ Beatrice frowns, ‘All elven texts are treated to such a high standard with the founders of the academy supposedly being elves themselves.’  She reaches out and grabs the book from Ava’s hands, moving the other texts off the desk and placing it in the middle, directing Ava to sit in front of her. ‘What’s so strange about one book falling through the cracks?’ Ava questions once she’s seated, unable to read the elven on the page and settling for looking at the art that seemed to cover every blank space. Beatrice bits her lip as she continues to look it over, ‘I have studied almost all the elven texts here, I have scoured the edges of the library for more and yet, here we find a dustied book that seems to be historical accounts of elven magic, why?’ Beatrice sinks her face further down into the book as her fingers trace the words on the page. Her hair falls across her face, covering her eyes. She can only stare as Beatrice lifts her head once more, neatly tucking the fallen strands of hair behind one pointed ear. The rest of her hair flowed in a straight line just brushing the top of her shoulders. Ava couldn’t deny it. Beatrice was beautiful. Sure, Ava’s seen plenty of girls, she’d lived with them. But, none of them had her as entranced as Beatrice. Ava was desperate to understand who she was and why she did what she did. Why would someone who seems as kind as her would leave friends like Camila, Shannon and Mary behind? ‘Ah-hem,’ Ava hears, breaking her out of her thoughts. She looks up to see Beatrice’s hand pressed just behind her ear, keeping a few strands of hair in place. ‘Are you alright?’ Ava blinks, ‘Yeah, yeah, actually I’m pretty great.’ Beatrice smiles, ‘I wouldn’t consider sorting through old texts to be pretty great for you, but, perhaps I have you pegged wrong.’ ‘Oh?’ Ava questions, leaning forward on the desk, her elbows pressed against it as she holds her face in her hands to be at eye-level to Beatrice. ‘How did you have me pegged?’ ‘Someone who seemed rather detached from it all, I suppose, disinterested in magical heritages, I have met many and labelled you as one without thought, for that I am sorry.’ Beatrice admits, looking down at the text, ‘I am used to doing things like this alone.’ Ava stands at that, moving over to Beatrice’s side before kneeling on the ground. She’s not sure what she’s doing or if this was even appropriate, they hadn’t even known each other for that long. She does it anyway. Slowly, she reaches for one of Beatrice’s hands, holding it in her own. ‘Well, you don’t have to be alone if you don’t want to, you know?’ Beatrice’s had goes limp in Ava’s own as she looks away, her face sullen, ‘I hardly have a choice, my mother-’ Ava squeezes her hand, ‘Everyone deserves a choice.’ Beatrice turns to her, a small smile on her face as she squeezes Ava’s hand back before letting go. ‘I will have to decline, at least for now, I would not wish to place you in the path of my mother’s displeasure, especially as you are not an elf.’ Ava frowns, staying on the ground, her knees starting to ache. ‘Camila’s an elf.’ Betarice’s lips turn down, ‘The magical world is cruel, Ava, it does not matter to certain people, they judge your merit on your bloodline sooner than your actual ability.’ Ava notices the hint of a tear slip from Beatrice’s eye, quickly caught and wiped away as if it wasn’t there in the first place. ‘Like that teacher?’ Ava asks. ‘And like so many others at the academy, they see Ozanne before Beatrice.’ Ava hums, ‘Why not be Beatrice before Ozanne?’  Beatrice offers her a watery smile, ‘You ask for the impossible, my mother is headmistress of this academy, those two names will never be separated into their individual worth.’ Her lip wobbles slightly, ‘To be an Ozanne is to not mingle with those who are not also of such status.’ She practically spits the last word out. Ava knows she’s talking about Camila and the rest of her old friends.  ‘Okay,’ Ava returns, placing her hand on top of the desk, her palm facing upwards in offering, ‘I would be fine just knowing you here, in this class and in our room as roommates, it would be enough.’ ‘That sounds like you become my secret,’ Beatrice sighs, though placing her hand on top of Ava’s, ‘I would not wish that on anyone.’ Ava smiles, patting her hand. ‘It’s only for now and, well, we can create more time by taking on a very important task.’ Beatrice tilts her head, looking every bit confused. ‘What would that be?’ Ava grins widely, closing the book in front of Beatrice, ‘Stealing this book.’ ‘What?’ Beatrice exclaims, her hand falling away in her shock. She looks around in panic before shifting her voice into a whisper, ‘ What?’  ‘You said it yourself, this book is clearly important, but here it is, hidden in some dingy corner of the library all forgotten, doesn’t that sound suspicious to you?’ Ava questions. ‘It could have simply been misplaced,’ Beatrice returns, pushing the book away. ‘But what if there are more like this? More elven or other magical creature texts tucked away, important but discarded, it doesn’t make sense,’ Ava counters, reaching for the book and looking around the room conspiratorially. Beatrice just shakes her head, looking away from the book. ‘It’s not our mystery to solve.’ ‘Would this academy happen to have security cameras?’ Ava asks instead. ‘Security what?’ Beatrice asks, looking thoroughly dumbfounded. Oh bless you technologically backwards land of magic. Ava grins at Beatrice. ‘Good to know!’ She stuffs the book into her satchel, and huffs as it struggles to fully fit. ‘A little help here?’ Ava asks. Beatrice huffs. ‘Why would I help you steal a book?’ ‘Because you’re unbearably curious about this book, I can see it in your eyes,’ Ava responds, pulling at the flap of her satchel as she continues to try and pull it to a close. Beatrice sighs and flicks her wrist, the book magically sliding further into the satchel and clipping it shut.  ‘Was that elven magic?’ Ava asks, amazed. ‘A basic form of it, yes,’ Beatrice confirms, though Ava can see a hint of pride in her face at it working. ‘That was amazing,’ She offers. Beatrice just nods, a smile forming. Before Ava can continue her praise, the final bell rings, signalling it was time for dinner. She looks around at their workspace and down at the floor to the few scattered books that had to be sacrificed to make room for the cool mystery book. Oops. She reaches to grab them but Beatrice beats her to it, picking them up and sending them to the correct piles before reaching for the notebook.  Ava frowns, ‘You coming to dinner?’ Beatrice just smiles, ‘I will be there, but we do need to send these books off.’ ‘But-’ Ava starts. Beatrice’s smile falls. ‘Even if I were to join you, we would not be able to sit together, at least not yet, not with the way I am watched at this academy.’ Her voice grows stern, ‘Do not tarnish your chance at this academy before it has even started by taking such a risk.’ Ava sighs, feeling own smile fall. ‘See you in our room at least?’ ‘Of course,’ Beatrice returns before lifting up the books and walking away. She walks out of the library sullen but hopeful. She’d finally gotten the chance to speak to Beatrice and her feelings were a mix of a tiny crush and anger at Beatrice’s mother. What kind of mother forces their child to abandon their friends? What kind of mother makes sure it seems like Beatrice did it because she thought she was better than them? There may be magical creatures that are listed as monsters in the books she’s read outside of this academy, but she thinks the real monsters are far more subtle.  She lifts her satchel over her shoulder and huffs. Why do mystery books have to be so heavy? She makes her way down the corridors and this time, she doesn’t even need to look at the map, remembering the map as if the image had seared itself into her brain. She runs a hand along the wall as she walks, the motion seeming to fill in any blanks in her brain about the direction. Turn left, turn left again, walk straight and rejoice at the large arches leading towards some seriously good food.  She doesn’t remember ever going this way to the dining hall, knows she took some corridors that her feet have never walked, that seemed a little too empty but all that matters is that she got there. Right? There’s nothing strange about that, Ava, she tells herself. Maybe the smell was that strong. Her fingertips graze the edge of the archway and she closes her eyes for a moment. When she opens them, there’s a flicker of students passing her by, their uniforms slightly duller or maybe older than the one’s her friends wore and the room looked a little… newer? But just as quickly as the image came, it was gone.  Weird. It was like dreaming while you were awake. She stored it away in her mind. No. She wasn’t going to let whatever this was stop her from being a student here. Hide it, remove it. Be normal. She walks over to her usual table and is greeted by Shannon. ‘I see you’ve survived another day,’ Shannon comments the moment Ava reaches the table. ‘I’ve heard about the struggles of what you are.’ ‘Of what I am?’ Ava asks, trying to keep the panic out of her voice as she shoots a quick look over at Camila. The other girl seemed calm. She tries to calm herself too. Shannon smiles, ‘Sorry, sorry, made it sound scary didn’t I? She pauses before speaking again. ‘I was just referring to life as a siren and being thrown in the deep end, if you will.’ She winks with her words. ‘Really Shannon, the deep end?’ Mary groans. ‘Oh Mary, that was a great one!’ Shannon rebutts, ‘I’d like to see you do better.’ Ava can’t hold in her sigh of relief. They don’t know. Thank god, they don’t know. She’s started to trust them of course but… she’s also starting to think that if the school discovers that she’s human, they won't just kick her out and let her go back to her old life. If that were the case, she’s certain that Ms Superion would have already had her out the door with a tap of her cane. It needed to stay a secret. Camila lets out a laugh, trying to break it up, ‘Good one!’ She hops up out of her seat, pulling Ava with her. ‘Today’s the day I teach Ava how to use the service line though, wish us luck.’ ‘You’re going to need it,’ Mary responds, waving them off as they make their way into the line.  ‘Thanks,’ Ava lets out once they’re far enough away. ‘No problem,’ Camila returns, gently nudging Ava forward in the line. Once they’re standing in front of the food, Ava doesn’t think it’ll be too hard to pick. She reaches down to grab an apple and feels Camila grab it out of her hand and place it back down. ‘Those apples are definitely not meant for us.’ She looks down at the tiny card next to the apples indicating what they are and sees an ingredient list that is much longer than just the word ‘Apple.’ She frowns and takes a little extra time reading each of the labels, ignoring the frustrated sounds of the students behind her as she stares and one particular dish for way too long before Camila tugs at her sleeve, pulling her forward. Guess that one was a no. Eventually they reach the end of the line and Ava’s just glad for that journey to be over. ‘How do you do that everyday Camila?’ ‘With a lot of practice, and well, a heightened sense of smell goes a long way too, a little elven magic helps me with that.’ Ava hums, grabbing her fork and stuffing some pasta in her mouth as they walk. What? She’s a growing siren now, got to eat. ‘Think you could use some of that magic on me?’ Camila bites her lip, looking thoughtful. ‘Elven magic is rather fickle, it barely works for us,’ she moves so that she’s standing in front of Ava. ‘We can try it, I just can’t guarantee whether your sense of smell will be heightened or completely removed.’ ‘Yeah,’ Ava says, rubbing her throat at the thought of it, ‘You know what? I’ll take my chances with the line.’ She stores Camila’s words in her mind. Fickle? With the way Beatrice had performed it, it had looked like it was just an extension of her body, flowing out of her. Camila lets out a small laugh, ‘Probably for the best, I'm not very good at that type of magic.’ Ava blinks, ‘Then why’d you offer?’ ‘I thought it would be fun to try,’ she grins. ‘I’d hope it would work, you know?’ ‘Uh-huh,’ Ava responds, raising an eyebrow. ‘Remind me to ask someone else to do the magic next time.’  Maybe she could ask Beatrice about it. Not that she could now but maybe in the future when they’ve got past the bit of Beatrice’s mother even hates elves, let alone humans. She’d probably throw Ava into the sun if she learnt she was human. But… as the head of the academy, Ava is more than a little surprised that she doesn’t know. There’s got to be more to the whole thing about humans than what Ms Superion had let on.  Soon enough, they’re back at the table. Mary speaks up, ‘So, how was the last class of the day, what’d you get stuck with?’ ‘Uh,’ Ava stammers a little, ‘You know, boring old book classifications at the library.’  ‘That class is a nightmare, and that teacher, I don’t like him, the way he acts is just-’ Mary huffs out. ‘It’s alright Mary,’ Shannon lets out softly, patting Mary’s back, ‘He is the worst.’ ‘Yeah,’ Ava agrees. She considers telling them about Beatrice and how she definitely didn’t hate them and just had a really crappy mother. But, they probably knew that. There must be more to it than what Beatrice let on. More than what any of them are letting on. She stays silent and lets the conversation flow. Just enjoying her food as Shannon regales her plans of how she’s going to steal a bow and become the first master pixie archer.  She turns her head over to where Beatrice would sit and sees her sitting with a book and some sort of drink. She waits for a bit and sure enough, Beatrice catches her eye. She shoots her smile and feels the way her heart races in a definitely not just friends way when Beatrice returns it, wide as it can be.  She can’t wait for dinner to end.'
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