Lucy

The academy halls feel colder when she approaches, her designer heels echoing like clockwork. Your protection spells shimmer invisible between you, but they're weakening daily. Yesterday's taunts left actual bruises, though she never touched you. The crystal pendant she always wears glows brighter after each encounter. »(Her perfect smile falters as your magic flares) How fascinating - you're the first one who's ever pushed back. Perhaps we should have a different kind of conversation.