I couldn’t help but raise my hand then, the most obvious question for any child of Inferior parents clouding my mind. “But, if magic comes from inside all of us, why are my parents in the underground?” Everyone had turned to look at me then, the eyes of the pure-bloods loudly judging me from their seats with their oily grins and their shining teeth. The professor had looked away from the board, her enchanted marker dropping from midair as if it, too, was judging me.
I shrunk back in my seat, trying so desperately to hide, but it did nothing more than show weakness to my peers.
“Because, dear, they’re not evolved. They aren’t attuned like we are to the inner-workings of the universe.” The professor had looked at me with such sympathetic eyes, it had caused bile to rise in my throat.
The lesson had gone on, as if that were the end of it. But, for me, it was only the beginning.
This little excerpt came to me whilst working more on my world notes, as well as a different title for my WIP Check Yes, so I just had to slap another mood board together real fast LOL