Before you read this, I'd recommend you'd read part 1.

There I am; I wasn’t sure I wanted this time to come, but I’m in the Spell Casting classroom which looks like a regular human classroom only the walls are this indigo color with the shimmer I’ve always seen throughout the school and ancient looking tiny wooden student desks. The dark grape colored chairs feel surprisingly comfortable even though they look hard and stiff. In front of me is this large, horizontal, rectangular thingy which looks like a blackboard to me, only its bluer, a bit whiter and shiner than one. I look around and notice wood wall shelves carrying these wands facing upright. The wands to me look sort of like electronic toy wands, some of them even have thin buttons in random shapes which remind me of the ones from playing carts sticking out on the handle close to the detailed star.

 

 Immediately after I hear the end of passing time chime ring, the teacher magically appears near the blackboard in a complicated swirl of ice colored mist and tiny white sparks. When the bright blue light from the transformation swirl fades more, I notice a beautiful young woman with a long light blue daytime gown with short, darker blue sleeves which reaches a bit above her ankles with a solid white apron. Her berry purple hair reaches her torso while being tied up in a stiff back ponytail. Her skin is pretty pale, but if you look closely, you’ll notice a slight icy silvery blue color.   

 

“Welcome, pupils to spell casting!” she announces in a clear, regal voice, “I’m Mrs. Winterwhisper, and I’ll be your instructor for this class. Now, because it’s the first day where we get new and strange students, we’ll perform a simple wand trail exercise.”

 

Mrs. Winterwhisper is talking about the wand trails by using a stick wand by creating an animation out of what appears to be thin white stardust on the blackboard thingy.

 

“There are several wand powders used to create several trails,” Mrs. Winterwhisper explains while drawing pictures of tiny thick pouches with her wand, “this simple kind of stardust is the most common type of powder.” Mrs. Winterwhisper starts creating a demonstration animation, “Now, to make this simple warm up trail, you first wave your hand flat above the star on your wand and imaging it opening. When it does open, pour the stardust in making sure it doesn’t overflow. Slide your flat hand over the star to close it. Finally, press the blue diamond button, or the section two sparks down from your star, if you don’t have noticeable buttons, and immediately start waving your wand around. Now, any questions?” Mrs. Winterwhisper smiles and giggles, “I’m pretty sure you don’t because most of you have done this spell before and Spirit Prep is the elite school.”

 

Well, if I have a question I never hesitate to ask the teacher, “Um…what if you don’t have a wand?” I hesitantly ask raising my hand halfway. I regret raising it when the class starts to stare at me.

“Ah, it’s a wandless pupil.” Mrs. Winterwhisper says with a fascinated expression, “I’ll give a spare one to you with your bag of stardust” She turns to the class again, “Okay, I’d like you all to do what I just instructed and just make a bunch of trails until your stardust runs out while I meditate for ten minutes.”

 

As soon as Mrs. Winterwhisper sits on her wooden old fashioned teacher’s desk and sets herself in her meditating position, tan pouches tied closed with rope made of woven cloth appear in front of each person in a glow the same color as Mrs. Winterwhisper’s meditating glow. In front of me is a wand with a star in an evergreen color scheme and a handle that’s the very dark green. When I receive my wand, I excitedly remove the rope from the bag because that spell looks easier than I initially thought. I do just as the teacher instructed and hold my hand flat in front of the star. Just as I imagine the star compartment opening, nothing happens other than a bunch of strange green fairy dust images of swirls of whatever appears, dancing on the star’s surface as I aggressively wave my flat, stiff hand.

“Can’t this stupid thing open? It’s easy for everyone else!” I want to close my eyes so badly because I was staring at the star for a while. After working painfully hard, I finally lean back and relax my stiff back, eyes and hang when the thin top of the star slides open with the star looking like a box now. Well, that first part was unnecessarily difficult; I just hope the stardust part is easy.

 

As I open the pouch and begin pouring the tiny blue and white light specs in the wand, I hear a voice whispering from the desk behind me, “Hey, wandless girl.” I turn over my shoulder and the girl that whispered is wearing the orange uniform, so I’m guessing she’s an Ignis. She’s a fairy with goldfish orange wings and red, flame colored, poufy lipstick. She has slightly tangled and complicated but straight looking fire colored hair. Her large but attractive facial features don’t look very friendly at first glance. It’s even more evident that she’s giggling just because I’m struggling. “And she’s a Terra!!” I hear her whisper to the girl next to her, who’s paler and slightly taller and thinner and also an Ignis with a fiery red side braid and a beautifully attractive face. Her wings are the color of the sun.

 

“Hey, wandless girl,” she whispers again, “I’m Teagen. What’s your name and where are you from?”

“Um, I’m Daisy, and I’m from the human world.” I answer hesitantly turning my shoulder again.

 

The two girls behind me look at each other and giggle silently, “I guessed it!” the girl with the red braid chuckles.

 

“What’s so funny about arriving from the human world?” I whisper back.

“We’re laughing because people from the human world rarely come to Spirit Prep and it’s so unusual.” Teagen responds.

“And I guessed that because humans always struggle like you do.”  The braided girl adds in a less loud and powerful voice.

“But I was told I’m not a human; I’m an earth spirit?” I point out.

“You’re an earth spirit but you’re from the human world?” Teagen questions, “I’ve never heard of one that got the green light for Spirit Prep. What makes you an earth spirit?”

“I don’t know why I was raised in the human world, or how I’m an earth spirit, but if you don’t want to get a failing grade, you need to start working.”

“You need to start working.” Teagen responds.

 

I silently pour stardust in the wand in the wand giving this firey pair a satisfying smile.

 

Mrs. Winterwhisper’s meditation glow rapidly fades as she opens her eyes and slouches down, “I sense someone’s wand overflowing with stardust.”

 

I look at my wand, still pouring the stardust. I notice that the winter colored glitter is a mountain on the wand overflowing the surface of my box, and some of it is already on the table surrounding the wand star. I blush as I stop pouring the dust and put my palm above the star attempting to close it.  

 

Mrs. Winterwhisper takes a deep, calm breath as she walks over to my desk, “Daisy Green, you shouldn’t get distracted while doing magic. Now, please allow me to clean up the stardust you spilled and put it back in the bag.

 

“Mrs. Winterwhisper, are human world students that claim to be earth spirits allowed at Spirit Prep?” Teagen asks attempting to sound innocent. “Humans almost never get accepted here, and you could tell she’s a human. She doesn’t even know her magic origins.”

 

“She was on the enrollment list.” Mrs Winterwhisper says standing straight in front of the board, “And although it’s very rare for human raised pupils to enter Spirit Prep, we still accept more human raised pupils than the average magic school. And I can sense that she’s an earth spirit, but I have no idea why she grew up in the human world, yet, still got accepted into Spirit Prep. This almost never happens.”

 

Mrs. Winterwhisper turns to me, “I think that during your time here, you should try to search for your origins. This could give you a better understanding of why you’re here, and may allow you to feel the connection with magic.”