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Everyone called my sister Alessia a prodigy. I was the only one who knew she was a thief. From the day I moved back into the brownstone, she started taking from me. Quietly. Carefully. My designs. My sketches. My drafts. Everything I created would appear under her name before I even had time to finish it. The family stood behind her. Always. My father, Salvatore Lucchese, head of the family, his word law itself, said he believed Alessia.

“You make it sound so easy Rose.” “It’s not, I spent more than a year in the academy and I’ve only mastered the low tier spells. I’m only just beginning to learn high tier now, you know?” “That’s impressive enough. I’m still having a bit of trouble with mediocre tier spells. And I spent almost 3 years at that, you only took one. You’re a prodigy Rose.” “Ahaha… I wouldn’t call myself that. Anyway, we should keep going.” Rose as she continued to read the book in front of her.

A few letters suddenly appeared. "Mental Aptitude: Above Average." The old magus said. "Just as expected." "Magic Aptitude. Hm?" The lazy smirk on the old noble’s face ebbed, replaced by a frown. He shook his head. "Above Average. This is a surprise. If I knew this earlier, I could have taught you as my assistant, but too bad you're already past the age. It'll only be useless. Maybe, I should test a few more in your orphanage."

Jeremy's POV He pondered as he raised a brow in surprise. He tried again, this time holding his breath for good measure. Still, nothing changed. There was no warm tingling sensation just like he had always read. Damn. He opened his eyes with a scowl—or, at least, as much of a scowl as a newborn could manage. Alright, maybe I’m too young for this, he reasoned. Most magical prodigies in stories had some incredible awakening at birth or a special blessing. Maybe he was just… normal.

Other students began filing in shortly after that. The room filled slowly. Mages mostly, with a few fae and demons mixed in. And the whispers started again. “…that’s her.” “The Raven girl.” “I heard her coven kicked her out.” “Because she has no magic.” Someone snorted. “Then why is she even in Advanced Potions?” “Because it’s the only thing she can do.” I kept my eyes on the grimoire. Let them talk. Professor Halversen clapped once when the final students had taken their seats.

Homeschooling for magical education was less common these days but not unheard of. There were a few professors with them to test her magical aptitude. It would determine if she was allowed to be in the same year as people her age or she would need to be with people younger than her to catch up. She had been educated in magic by her father until she was ten. Everything after that she learned from a wide selection of demons. She probably knew magic none of them would ever dare touch. "It will be a simple test of your skills," Headmistress Castillo said, placing a candle stick on a holder on the table. "Summon the candle to you and light it."

Nor on her second, third, or fourth tries. But Sophia, who was currently in the midst of a victory dance, had. The 21-year old childish woman had only needed one try. Sophia’s magic control had to be even better than her own. The theory behind the magic was easy. Release a large amount of magic and focus it towards the injury and the magic would do the rest unconsciously. In practice, it was harder to accomplish. The girl was a healing prodigy and Helena wouldn’t be surprised when the day came that Sophia surpassed her and became the best healer of her generation and everyone before her. The woman’s eyes narrowed. What if she used this to save someone in mind?

"You may not have noticed it yet, but I believe every one of them would gladly be your boyfriend if you allowed him. I've seen the way you and Gabe act around each other. Something is going on with you two." I stared into the drink. "I wanted something between us but, ever since I was bitten, and with the note this morning, he's been different." I took another gulp, worried about whether I should mention what Christopher said, but I couldn't bring myself to blurt it out. Professor Pops sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. It seemed he'd aged a hundred years in the past few days. "I think it's time I tell you about the Seven Magics Academy."

Out of frustration, she was just about of cast a spell over the pot, so that it could bring out something helpful but her eyes caught a glimpse of a little carving over it. Prying closely, she inspected the carving intensely. It wasn’t very clear and was a very tiny one. But turning the pot closer, she was able to see the drawing of something. In order to find what it was, she casted a spell over it and the second instant, the little green pot in her hands changed to a large sized pot, while everything else over it also got magnified.

So there must be more than one layer then… Ugh… it hurts my brain just trying to dissect it all. Nevertheless, the main primary target still remains ensuring that Harper passes the maid selection competition. That much I know of. Just then, Harper notices my silence, and stares at me with a questioning gaze. But I confidently smirk instead. Tossing her the booklet of magic spells that I had obtained from the old wizard. I watch her expression shift into excitement. She shimmies closer to the book with an adorable amount of joy. Clearly happy about what I’ve given her. She flicks through the pages, admiring the different spells, before shutting it and pressing it closely to her chest and than