she was no longer the teenager who used to instinctively summon her staff when he made an appearance.
Neither would ever act on the tension. Devdan because despite all his suave he was socially inept (not awkward, Bastet emphasized) and very emotionally reserved, and MaLeila because she had too much respect for him to force him to remove or close the distance that he put between him and everyone else, even if her distance was small enough that there actually was sexual tension between them. As a result though, because they didn’t know any other way to deal with it, the two were usually either fighting or blatantly pretending to ignore each other.
“Whatever,” Nina said. “I’m shutting up.”
“You can actually do that?” Devdan asked, having approached.
“Be nice, Devdan,” MaLeila said as she, Nina, and Devdan fell into step together and headed to MaLeila’s house.
As MaLeila left the building, she was able to breathe better. Though no one and nothing had attempted to attack her at school in at least a year, MaLeila still had some anxiety about someone not only attacking her at school, but someone getting hurt or worse someone finding out she was a sorceress, which would only bring her unwanted attention from the Magic Council. On that, MaLeila didn’t blame them, because as much as people loved Harry Potter there was no guarantee that people would accept magic as a something normal, that the media wouldn’t metaphorically crucify her.
“Did you send in that report to the council about Tsubame?” Devdan asked when they were off the school grounds.
MaLeila sighed. “This morning before school I sent it.”
“Tsubame?” Nina asked.
While it was a hard and fast rule of the council that no one that had no magic should be involved with, let alone know about, the affairs of the magical world unless they were part of, directly related to or born into a magic family, Nina was the one person that knew about her magic. Not like MaLeila could hide it, even though she tried. Nina was just too nosy for her own good.
“Another crazy sorceress with delusions of grandeur to take over the world,” MaLeila muttered. “The only reason I even reported it to the council is because she’s not in their database of magic users and she’s powerful enough that she might cause them a little trouble. Otherwise, I’d just deal with her.”
“The council treats you like shit and you still help them out by reporting to them powerful sorceresses that aren’t in their databases or sending updates of the ones they already have?” Nina asked dryly.
“Not always,” MaLeila said. “But I figure if she’s powerful enough to cause them annoyance, they’ll deal with Tsubame themselves and that’s one less nutcase I have to worry about.”
Devdan gave her a sideways glance before looking straight ahead and continuing on their way. MaLeila knew what he was thinking, that she was being overly optimistic and giving the Magic Council more credit than they deserved. More than likely, they’d probably let Tsubame destroy her first, then take care of the wayward sorceress before stealing taking possession Claude’s famous book of magical theory. There was only one copy in the world; the original copy in MaLeila’s possession.
None of them said anything more about Tsubame, and MaLeila and Nina became engrossed in a conversation about their Spanish test earlier that day. MaLeila didn’t think she failed, but she had been sleepy after being up so late and having to get in that report to the council before school.
“That’s more than I can say for me. I know I failed that shit,” Nina muttered. Then she looked at Devdan. “Hey, can you teach me like you teach Leila?”
The rest of the walk home was Devdan ignoring Nina as Nina pestered him about Spanish lessons.
“Nina, I’ll teach you after he teaches me. How about that?” MaLeila asked as she opened the door and made her way inside her house.
As she made her