Cassie takes a deep breath and steps into the room, greeted by a sudden hush, yeah, no eyes turn to her. The room is large and dimly lit, with candles flickering on the walls and a musty scent of ancient books filling the air. The walls are lined with large statues similar to those of Michelangelo David. They seem to all be of powerful witches and wizards from centuries past, some of them appearing to come to life and wink at her, others stoically stern. Cassie was only able to recognize one or two. Wondering perplexingly, at who the others might be. Wondering why she didn’t recognize more of them. Cassie couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy, but she pushed her nerves aside and tried to focus on the magic and wonder of the school..

Cassie hesitated at the threshold, taking in the room. It was a spacious chamber with high ceilings, and there were rows upon rows of desks arranged in a semicircle facing a chalkboard. The desks were empty, but she could feel the weight of hundreds of students who had sat in them before. The air was thick with the scent of aged paper and ink.

At the front of the room was a podium, and behind it stood a woman with curly brown hair, dressed in a long green robe with golden trim. Miss Martinez towered over Cassie, her sun-kissed skin contrasting with her dark brown hair that had streaks of red. Her eyes were a bright green, and she had an air of confidence that Cassie found both intimidating and inspiring. She wore a long, flowing dress made of a fabric that seemed to shift and shimmer as she moved, and a gold necklace that glinted in the dimly lit room.

The woman looked up from the book she was reading and smiled warmly at Cassie. “Ah, you must be the new student,” she said, setting down the book and walking over to Cassie. “Welcome to my class. My name is Professor Martinez, and I’ll be teaching you the history of magic.”

Cassie felt a wave of relief wash over her. Professor Martinez seemed kind and approachable, a welcome change from the intimidating and unpredictable magical landscape she had encountered so far. She took a seat in the middle of the room and opened her textbook, eager to start her studies.

Cassie took a seat, trying to catch up with what was happening around her. “Why are they in a reality wrap?” she asked.

Ms. Martinez smiled. “It’s a way for them to experience the events first hand. It’s a part of our lesson on the history of magic in World War II. We’re currently covering the D-Day invasion.”

Cassie’s eyes widened in surprise. “That’s amazing,” she said, looking around at the students, all of whom seemed completely engrossed in their individual reality wraps.

Ms. Martinez nodded. “We find that it’s a much more immersive and effective way of teaching history. It’s one thing to read about it in a book, but it’s another thing entirely to experience it for yourself.”

Cassie was impressed, but still a little overwhelmed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many students in reality wraps at once.”

Ms. Martinez chuckled. “Oh, this is just a small class. Wait until you see what it’s like during our advanced courses. We have entire rooms dedicated to reality wraps.”

Cassie couldn’t even imagine it. “And what do you teach here?” she asked.

“I teach the history of magic, as well as some advanced spells and incantations,” Ms. Martinez replied.Miss Martinez had an air of confidence and power that Cassie found both intimidating and inspiring. She towered over her, her sun-kissed skin contrasting with her dark brown hair that had streaks of red. Her eyes were a bright green, and she wore a long, flowing dress made of a fabric that seemed to shift and shimmer as she moved, and a gold necklace that glinted in the dimly lit room.

As she introduced herself to Cassie, Miss Martinez’s voice was steady and strong, her every movement poised and deliberate. Cassie couldn’t help but feel that there was something special about her. Miss Martinez spoke with a sense of authority and knowledge that seemed to come from years of experience, but there was also a warmth and kindness to her that Cassie found reassuring.

As Cassie learned more about her teacher, she began to realize that Miss Martinez was not just an ordinary witch. She seemed to have a deep understanding of the magical world and an ability to manipulate reality that went far beyond what Cassie had ever seen before. Miss Martinez had a way of moving through space that seemed almost effortless, as if she could warp reality to suit her needs.

Despite her power, however, Miss Martinez was also deeply aware of the consequences of reality-warping. She spoke of the dangers of using such powers, of the unintended consequences that could arise from even the smallest change in the fabric of reality. Cassie could see the weight of this knowledge in Miss Martinez’s eyes, a sense of responsibility that seemed to be both a burden and a gift.

Cassie was intrigued. “I’m really interested in learning advanced magic. Is there any way I could skip some of the lower-level courses and go straight to the higher ones?”

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Ms. Martinez shook her head. “I’m afraid not, Cassie. We have a very specific curriculum that we follow here, and it’s important that you learn the basics before moving on to more advanced topics. But don’t worry, you’ll get there soon enough.”

Cassie nodded, feeling a little disappointed but understanding the reasoning behind it. As she looked around the room, Cassie couldn’t help but feel a sense of recognition when she saw Sasha Patel sitting at a desk in the corner of the classroom. She had vivid memories of the dark-skinned West Indies girl from the 1950s style ice cream shop where they had first met. Her curly hair was now pulled back into a tight bun, and she wore a bright yellow bow in her hair, that made her stand out from the other students.

Sasha’s large, almond-shaped eyes were focused intently on the reality wrap in front of her, and Cassie could see her fingers twitching slightly as she worked her magic against Ms Martinez’s spell . Cassie couldn’t help but admire the way Sasha seemed to effortlessly weave spells, as if she had been doing it her entire life. She wondered if Sasha was as talented as she seemed or if she was simply hiding her struggles like so many other students.

Cassie had always been intrigued by the concept of reality warping. She had read about it in books and had heard stories from other students, but she had never seen it in action until now.

As she watched her fellow classmates fully immersed in their individual reality wraps, Cassie couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe and wonder. But at the same time, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

“Miss Martinez,” Cassie spoke up, catching the professor’s attention. “Isn’t this level of reality warping outlawed in the magic realm? I mean, it’s not exactly safe, is it?”

Miss Martinez raised an eyebrow at Cassie’s question. “Oh, and how would you know that, Cassie?”

Cassie’s confidence faltered for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure. “Well, I’ve done my research. And from what I’ve read, reality warping at this level can malfunction, leaving too dangerous and unpredictable consequences.”

Miss Martinez smirked. “And I suppose you know all about that too?”

Cassie felt a hint of annoyance at Miss Martinez’s condescending tone, but she didn’t let it show. “No, but it just seems like common sense. I mean, we’re dealing with powerful magic here. Shouldn’t we be more careful?”

Miss Martinez leaned against the chalkboard, a thoughtful expression on her face. “You make a valid point, Cassie. But you have to understand, we’re not just dealing with magic here. We’re dealing with history. And what better way to teach history than to experience it firsthand?”

Cassie hesitated, unsure of how to respond. “But what if something goes wrong? What if someone gets hurt?”

Miss Martinez sighed. “Look, Cassie, I understand your concern. But you have to trust me on this. We have taken every precaution to ensure the safety of our students. And besides, accidents happen. That’s just part of being a wizard.”

Cassie wasn’t entirely convinced, but she could see that Miss Martinez wasn’t going to budge on the issue. She nodded, deciding to trust in her professor’s judgment for now. But she couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease as she watched her classmates continue to weave spells and work their magic in the reality wraps.

As Cassie settled back into her seat and opened her textbook, she couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to Miss Martinez’s confidence than just a desire to teach history. Could she know something that Cassie didn’t? Was she perhaps from the future, with knowledge of what was to come? Cassie couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more going on here than just a simple history lesson. As Cassie made her way to an empty seat, Sasha glanced up and met her gaze. Sasha smiled warmly at Cassie and gave her a small wave before returning her attention to the reality wrap in front of her. The students slowly opened their eyes, their surroundings blurry and indistinct. They blinked, trying to clear their vision, and as their surroundings came into focus, they realized they were no longer in the room where they had taken the drug. They were lying on the ground in a grassy field, surrounded by trees.

One student, Hikaru, groaned and rubbed her forehead, wincing in pain. “What the hell just happened?” she muttered.

As they sat up and looked around, they noticed that they were all disheveled, their hair matted and clothes wrinkled. They were all breathing heavily, as though they had just run a marathon.

Finn, one of the quieter students, was staring off into the distance, a look of confusion on his face. “Did that really just happen?” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

The students looked at each other, their expressions a mix of shock and bewilderment. Slowly, they began to piece together the events of the last few hours, realizing with a growing sense of horror that what they had experienced was not real.

One by one, they got to their feet, shaky and unsteady. They stumbled towards each other, grasping onto each other for support as they tried to make sense of what they had just gone through.

As they made their way back to reality. Many of them were silent, lost in their thoughts and grappling with the aftermath of the reality warp. The experience had left them shaken and uncertain, and they knew that it would take time to fully process what had happened.

The girl from the malt shop seem to be less phased then the others, “Hi, I’m Sasha. I work at the ice cream shop down the street. I saw you and your family the other day, and wasn’t sure if you were magical or not. So I didn’t know how to welcome your family to the neighborhood.” Sasha couldn’t help but marvel at the stark contrast between Cassie’s uniform and her own. Cassie’s outfit was meticulously put together, with every detail considered. Her perfectly pressed and heavily starched shirt fit like a glove, tailored to hug her every curve. Cassie wore a pencil skirt and black tights with a heel did pair of Mary Jane’s . Instead of a tie, Cassie had chosen an ascot that added a touch of sophistication to her already polished look.

Sasha found herself momentarily distracted by Cassie’s wild red hair, which had been tamed into a sleek French bun. The perfectly placed ribbon, twisted with the school’s purple and gold colors, provided an elegant finishing touch. The disparity between their uniforms was striking, and Sasha couldn’t help but wonder how Cassie managed to make the same outfit look so flawless.