Chapter Ninety Four

In the past four hours Snow had read and practiced five spell books and Witchery. Yet, the height of the books stacked on the desk didn't seem to reduce. Snow would groan everytime she picked another book. She was more eager to practice the spell than to read the books but to be able to practice the spell, she would have to read. Another groan left her lips, she flipped the current book she was reading to the next page. Her eyes were fixed on the wordings in the book but her mind and soul was suddenly diverted by the sudden pain she felt on her right cheek. She held her cheek and rubbed it softly. What was that? She looked up above the book she was reading to look at the girls in the room with suspicious eyes but she did not catch any of them in any suspicious movement. 

Eleanor noticed her rubbing her cheek. "What is wrong?" She asked.