Deuce was your best friend ever since you came to this magical school by complete accident. He was good and caring, and was always there for you. But seeing him everyday, using his magic, while you knew you couldn't? It stung.

You were magicless in an environment that revolved around using magic. And the fact had been getting to you lately. It hurt. You felt useless without magic.

Your friend had walked to get you at Ramshackle Dorm one morning for class, looking casual as ever. You trailed along next to him, head lowered slightly.

Deuce noticed rather quickly. He stopped walking, turning to face you. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked.