Illia's POV

The bout of laughter that ensued after Amber’s extremely random outburst was far too much for me to handle. I bent over laughing, and had to grab on to the nearest solid thing to keep me upright. This thing just so happened to be Tyron’s arm. It was definitely a good thing he was too busy laughing too to notice.
That’s the state in we entered the classroom, bent over in laughter and muttering “Elvis” and “Refrigerator” with whatever breath we could spare and probably looking like lunatics in the process.
It wasn’t until we were all suddenly doused with icy cold water that we stopped.
My head snapped up, and I could feel the sparks on my skin. Apparently Tyron did too, because he jumped away.
“Sorry” I mouthed to him.
He nodded, and gave me a half smile.
“Excuse me, but why in heaven are you talking about Elvis? And refrigerators?” A very high, sing-songey voice queried from the front of the room.
Standing there was a tall blue-eyed woman with long blonde hair dressed almost completely in white and covered in feathers. The only exception to her white-ness was the brilliant blue stone on a silver chain around her neck.
“Awwww, don’t be mean, Elena-chaaan!” I shuddered at the familiar voice and glanced sideways to see none other than Milaek. She was eyeing us like we were steak and she hadn’t eaten in days.
“I’m sure they were just having fuuun.” Her teeth were glistening white, and looked dangerously sharp as always.
“Milaek, not to be rude, but why are you in my classroom? Don’t you and Azami have business to attend to?” The lady (I assumed she was Professor Elena) asked Milaek, with no sign of the terror I’m sure would have shown if it had been any normal person up there.
Milaek pouted.
“I do, but I’m here to choose a favorite! Azami already chose hers, and now I wanna!”
I could tell from the looks on everyone’s faces that they were just as confused as I was at Milaek’s strange behavior. Just a minute ago she had been the creepy woman we had come to expect. Now she was acting almost, normal? No, normal was definitely not the right word. Maybe more… Catlike? Girly? Cat girly?
Just as I came to that conclusion, Milaek stretched herself out on Professor Elena’s desk. Cat mood swings much?
“Milaek, as much as I respect your need for favoritism, do you really think now it the time? They barely know their powers yet.”
Milaek just smiled up at the Professor.
Elena sighed.
“You found and raided Azami’s secret stash of fanfiction, didn’t you.” It was more of a statement than a question.
“Maaaaaybeeeee…” Milaek’s grin grew tenfold.
It seemed as if we had been completely forgotten by the headmaster and teacher, and I wondered how long this would go on for. I didn’t have to wait long to find out.
Azami’s voice suddenly boomed through the room, shaking the floor.
“MILAEK, GET OVER HERE NOW!!!!”
Professor Elena put her head in her hands and sighed again.
Milaek jumped up and smiled at us. Not like she had been smiling at Elena earlier. This one was more of a ‘remember I can and probably will eviscerate you in your sleep and eat your kidneys’ sort of smile. I shuddered.
“I must be off. Oh, and children?”
She was back to her old self again.
“If I were you I’d remember that more than your educations are on the line here.” She laughed low.
Then she was gone, as if she had never been there in the first place.
Professor Elena sighed again.
“Always with the theatrics, those two. I wonder sometimes if they do it just to infuriate me.”
Finally she turned to us and flicked her wrist.
Only then did I remember that we had all been wet seconds ago. Now the water was suspended in the air above our heads, and we were completely dry. The water did an elegant swirl around the classroom before shooting into the professor’s necklace and disappearing.
“Welcome to Applied Enchantment, class.”
I passed a look at Tyron. He grimaced.
This was going to be interesting.