Melona stared at the ceiling of her dorm room. She didn't feel like studying. Why even bother with anything? She could learn all of the theory she wanted, memorize spells until her brain turned to mush, or send as many signals to Millicent Briar Rose that she would do anything for her, and it wouldn't matter. All she needed to do was stick it out for one more term, and then she could go somewhere else. Anywhere else. She'd do an apprenticeship at one of her father's businesses, or run off and join the circus, or something. But being here wouldn't work out for her. No, all she needed to do was keep herself from failing out, and she'd be in a good place to admit defeat and leave.
As Melona's eyes traced along the brushstrokes of paint along the ceiling, she felt herself sink into a trance. She didn't want to leave, of course. Everyone knew that the only real path to a good life was in money, good looks, or magic. She didn't have the former yet, and the latter two were out of her reach.
"It'd take a miracle," she muttered. Her eyes completed another path around the ceiling, tracing a complex geometric pattern that she was barely aware of.
Miracle came a voice from within her.
Take a miracle.
Melona suddenly realized that she hadn't blinked in about two minutes, and closed her eyes. The pattern of the ceiling had burned into her retinas, leaving a faint green glow in the blackness behind her eyelids.
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