Connor laid in bed, his mind troubled with countless imaginary situations already harming him. He couldn't take the chance to sleep, knowing what could happen. So he was taking a huge risk.
Connor sat on his bed and tried emptying his mind, focusing on his magic, not really knowing if it was going to work.
He knew a few spells that weren't blood witchcraft and didn't feel strong enough to cast a ward of the unknowing around his room yet, so he was doing a simple locating spell on his own magic, just inverted.
"Fucking stupid" connor muttered "This is so fucking stupid, this makes no sense connor you are just winging it" he kept on murmurring while going throught the unfamiliar motioms of his magic and hands to cast the spell
As soon as he finished the location spell, he was faced with a white space.
"Son of a bitch I knew you wouldn't work"
"Ah it seems like you are strong in the art" a feminine old voice rang out. "Quite foolish and naive but who wouldn't be with your talent"
Immediately, due to his training with Cedric he sent a simple blast, the same force he used to wreck the troll, but the witch merely slapped it away as it dissolved.
"Such crude methods" Edith was smiling wickedly, showing missing teeth and from this angle it looked like her eye was about to fall.
But she remained still, and Connor obviously took it as an invitation
"Yswan" Black flames rushed over in the form of a phoenix to Edith. "You are already casting spells? With only a day of knowing you were a witch?" While she answered a pale yellow energy wrapped around the flames,turning them into chains but maintaining the essence of the spell. These chains rushed to Connor at frightening speeds.
"Protego" he shouted waving his hand as the shield was barely able to hold it for a second before it broke under the cursed flames in chain form and bound him, burning his flesh with every second.
Connor screamed and moaned in pain, but the witch did not falter for a single second.
"Ready to talk?" Edith asked calmly, like she wasn't doing a less powerful version of a crucio.
Connor had one trick left, one fucking trick, and that was painstaiking to him. He bit his tongue, nearly severing it, as the blood began to spill and form into wisps of red smoke, and he looked at the witch.
"Fhsj u" he screamed which would have sounded a lot more like a word if he had an actual tongue to use.
The wisps of red smoked intensified and then he saw red.
He lost himself to the pain that followed, an explosion of the very being, the result of dividing a number through cero in a calculator, a malfunction of blood magic which overloaded caused the kind of the extreme explosion spell he was looking for.
When it finished he could only see through one eye, most of his flesh, blood and bones were missing, and he could feel part of his brains squeeze through an empty eye socket, and though ears he didn't have, he still heard the witch's voice "good enough"
Connor awoke with a gasp, crying in pain, his limbs exhausted as well as his magic, it was extremely difficult to even breathe.
But he had his eyes, his tongue, his body and no scars.
Whatever that was, was hell on dreaming steroids, ready to drop kick him in the throat again.
Connor grumbly made his way to one of the last classes of the semester, first one charms.
As soon as he entered the classroom full with sunlight, he realized his day couldn't get any worse, could it. Seeing all the students gathering in groups only made him realize something, today was the day they were doing presentations.
Connor got lost in thought as he felt his mind waver as the professor entered and began to speak, but it all became moot. He could feel his power coming back to him and also an added weight on his head. "I left you some more gifts for you to learn, don't slack off" edith voice sounded as he had to contain a scream, the fuck did he do to deserve theory of witchcraft being implanted in his head right before a presentation
Witches were sadistic. "Mister Reige please come and do your presentation first I'm quite excited" chimed the small professor, proving that beyond witches professors were the true saddists.
Connor walked, or more like tumbled his way into the front, and in a sense he went back to his day as a street rat, before the hotel, a vision of the three boys kneeling, he was in the same fucking mood.
"Magic is by nature an unexplainable-" Connor grabbed his head as more information came through "an unexplainable force that will always come at a price that will bite you back" He almost screamed the end at the witch that wasn't there.
His schoolmates were quite shocked, they didn't expect him to scream, much less stand just so worked up.
Connor gritted his teeth for a second and then tried to regain a sense of control, he was not a street rat or a simple mutant, he was a wizard and a witch, and well maybe a mutant too, he was figuring it out ok?
Connor tried and did really try to do a presentation on the nature of magic, but it came forced and unlike him.
Immediately after finishing the class, Connor went to the library with his mind on one simple objective stopping that witch from entering his dreams