Chapter 34: Magic Class

Since the magic and spiritual arts teachers both didnt work there anymore. They decided to have Mr. Soar and Professor Cole stand in until they could find replacements for them. Cole decided to teach the magic course while Mr. Soar taught the spiritual class. When Professor Cole got to the magic classroom, he saw someone sitting outside the door. It was Owen. He just sat there and seemed very nervous. Cole would ask what was going on but he had too much work. Teaching two very different classes is hard enough as it is. Once he unlocked the classroom door and went in, he set his stuff down at his desk. Cole was going to start working but something was eating away at him. Owen not only lost his own mother, but he is also by himself with no friends. Cole gazed at the door and opened it. He looked at Owen next to the door.

"Hey, would you like to come inside? The bell didnt ring yet and we have some time," Cole said.

Owen looked at Cole and then followed him into the classroom. Owen didnt quite know where to sit, so he just sat at a desk in the front.

"So...this will be your first magic class, right?," Cole said to Owen.

Owen just looked at the professor and nodded.

"Well, magic is not that complex. To begin with, it's an extension of your soul. There is nothing 'magic' about it really. It's only called magic because your soul, itself, can form this power into something, such as fire," Cole said.

"Fire...," Owen said as he looked down at his desk.

"Y-yeah...," Cole said trailing off.

"Anyways, just study and you will get the hang of it, Owen."

"I'm sorry...," Owen said under his breath.

"Sorry...? For what?," Professor Cole said.

"Is this...my fault?," Owen said.

Cole then chuckled a bit.

"Of course not, because of the events that happened it only seemed natural that you missed alot of days," Cole said.

"No...Professor Thomas...and My mom...they...because of me...," Owen said in a depressing tone. It sounded like he had a lump in is throat. It seemed like he was going to burst into tears of the thought that this was all his fault. Cole just paused for a moment. He looked at Owen.

"Is that what they have been saying about you?," Cole asked.

Owen then nodded.

"Look...all of that wasnt your fault. That psycho came into our school to hurt our students. That is all. You are not to blame for any of it. Dont let them bend the situation, okay?...we already had enough tears for one week," Cole said.

Owen lifted his head and looked at the professor. His eyes were tearful at what Cole had said.

"T-thank you Professor," Owen said.

The bell then rang and students started coming through the door. Cole then came up to him.

"Here," Cole said handing him a piece of paper. "My number so I can help you get caught up...and a word of advice. People might try to bring you down to get their way. All you need to do is not let them."

Cole then smiled. Owen gave his professor a little smile. Cole then held a fist out and then Owen looked at him in confusion.

"Uh...um...pound it...bro?," Cole said in an awkward tone. "This is what young people do these days...yes?"

Owen then looked at the professor and laughed.