Magic Academy: Finding My Mate
"You need to practice defensive spells, Raven. That demon, his name is Beelzebub, and I'm almost certain he wants you dead because you're my mate."
I laugh. "I suck at using magic other than my fire."
"You're a witch, Raven." Lucy gives me a mysterious smile. I want to kiss his lips. "That means you're more powerful than you think. It might be hard getting into it, but once you stop thinking it's impossible to use spells, then the possibilities are endless."
I sigh. "My grandmother isn't letting me join any defensive magic classes. She has made me join the potion-making ones."
"So?" Lucy laughs. "Learn how to make explosive potions then."