Chapter 8
by 
Zingiber
What's your next move?
You offer a lift to the new Draconis Miss
"All right you lot!" you echo the puffed-up Leontes upperclassman. "You see what the Tarn does." You raise your wand. "Who wants to fly instead?"
The fierce-looking young woman with green eyes, hair, and fingernails steps forward. "I will!"
"Ah c'mon, be a sport," one of the Minerval girls says. It's the moon-faced blonde standing next to her scarecrow friend.
"No, let them try," her tall friend says. Her long black hair blows in the light breeze.
That Leontes brute looks round in annoyance at you.
The young Draconis lady raises her arms in anticipation.