Ace and Deuce were your best friends ever since you came to this magical school by complete accident. They bickered and fought and teased each other nearly daily, but still, they were good and caring. They were there for you.

But seeing them everyday, using their magic, while you knew you couldn't? It stung.

You were magicless in an environment that revolved around using magic. Ace teased you for it in the beginning, and you'd noticed the pitying looks from Deuce when the subject came up. It hurt. And the fact had been getting to you lately. You felt useless without magic.

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

Deuce was the first to notice. He stopped walking, turning to face you. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked.

"Hm?" Ace had continued walking, not noticing they'd stopped until a second later, turning as well. "Oh, so it's not just me that noticed. Yeah, are you good? You're hanging your head awfully low there, pal."