Wing Clipping/12

"Run that by me one more time." Jasper said.

"We've told you it like ten times, what aren't you understanding?" Larkin exploded.

"Why the Black Swan decided to take the form of the Fifth Prince's daughter?" Jasper snapped back, face flushing.

"''It's a magical creature that can take the form of whatever it wants, it's not going to provide a written explaination of why it picked what it did." ''Fauve cut in, trying to end the discussion before it got to out of hand.

And where is Opal during all this?

She was ignoring the discussion as she tried to find the other half of the spell in the Fairy Queen's Book, and also pondering why they were given it.

She didn't look up from the book, not even when someone, she was pretty sure it was Larkin, punched the wall in frustration.

When the argument quieted down, then she looked up.

Chills.

The smell of...cold

A mournful call

Opal knew what that meant.

Black Magic.

Before she could tell them what she felt, an explosion shook the school and all of them rushed to the window. "There's smoke." Jasper observed.

"Thanks Captain Obvious."

"Guys, that came from Blakemore's room."