So that was kind of unplanned, he met the most beautiful girl ever. Only to find out that she is a Razor witch. Not only that, but she was the first Razor black witch ever. The only problem with her was that she didn't have a spine, or not when her sister is involved. But during only his first hour at Romonia High, he was able to see why. Medea Razor was a spoiled little princess, who was used to be served on her hand and feet. Not only by the students, but also by the staff. Every little thing she did, had to be done with magic. Just to show how strong she was, he indeed found out how ruthless she was in her attempts to make him understand were he stood. Right at the bottom of the social ladder, together with her own sister Evanora. It was currently lunchtime and he spotted her sitting at a table all on her own, eating her sorry excuse for a meal. While doing some homework. They just came out of black magic class and had a good stack of homework. The teacher, had complimented her for the amulet she was wearing. And he himself had to confess that it was a good one, with a protection spell. He was even more impressed when she told the teacher how she made it. Only herbs, no blood. Which indicated that she was just as strong with her magic as her sister.

"May I sit down?" He asked, she nodded.

"As long as you do not talk." She replied, between bites and scribbling down in her notebook.

"You know that homework should be done at home. Right?" He said, she looked up and was shooting daggers at him. With her pretty silver eyes. "Sorry, but you have barely something to eat." He looked at her and she sighed.

"My problem is not my food, or the lack there off. I am the only black witch in my family, a disgrace, not worthy of the Razor name. According to Madam Razor, so I am not allowed to do black magic inside the house. Or near my can't do wrong big sister. So I need to do the homework for black magic class during the lunch, and once we have a free period, that is after maths, I can go into the lab to practice my magic, or make my amulets." She said. He needed to confess, that indeed sounded like a problem. A problem he himself couldn't relate to. His whole family existed out of black witches, his mother, father both set of grandparents. According to his grandmother, the stars favoured their family.

"May I ask you one more thing?" He asked.

"You already did ask me one thing. So please give me some peace and quiet before the lunch is over." She said, he looked at her homework. It was another protection charm. She also had a whole list of herbs and their effects.

"Are you dead set on not using blood?" He asked. She nodded.

"I am not even allowed to bring amulets inside the house, if I made them with my blood." She replied. He nodded and took his own books out of his back. He turned the pages towards the said amulet. The spell used for this charm needed blood to get more power. Power it wouldn't get from normal herbs. He once grabbed his notebook and started to write down every combination he could think of.

"Nightshade, can do the trick. Together with white oak leaves." He murmured. He wrote it down and took a bit from his lunch while doing it. "But that also leaves the door open for huge side effects." He looked up and saw that she was comparing his notes with hers.

"Not if we use sage, or patchouli." She said and pointed to her list of herbs. "But that is indeed something I didn't think of." She looked at him once her again. Her silver eyes, became as big as saucers. She quickly grabbed one of her amulets, and he felt a warm blanket wrapped around him. And to his surprise, he grabbed his own amulet. Something tried to hit them, and when he opened his eyes. Not sure when he had closed them, he was able to see a large poodle of water. He looked around the whole cafeteria looked shocked at them, everyone except Medea Razor and her two minions. All three of them looked smug and pleased with themselves. A teacher rushed in and looked at the three and then at Evanora and him.

"Razor, Le Rouge, come with me." The woman said. He wanted to go against the woman, telling her that they didn't do anything wrong. But Evanora grabbed his arm, and when their eyes met she shook her head. There it was it again, she didn't have a spine. Or was it something else? He was not able to judge, not after the morning he had experienced with Medea Razor. They gathered their books and followed the teacher. When it happened.

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"Shit." Evanora said. He turned around and saw that her backpack fall apart. It didn't surprise him all that much, the thing looked rather old. But it was strange that it happened now. He dove towards the ground, to help her gather her stuff. Which was not much, most of her stuff was clearly in her locker. But it was a bit much to hold it in their two hands.

"Here." He said, while opening his backpack. He shoved some items inside his, which relieved them for a brief moment. One of the items that was in her back was women hygiene products, something he found normal to be in a women's backpack. But it was also the first things shoved in his.

"Eww, Evanora. Are you on your period?" Medea said loud enough for the whole cafeteria to hear. The rumours directly started to rise up, nobody laughed at this point. Except for the two girls right beside Medea. "What a dirty little girl you are. Now I know why your amulets are so good lately. You do not even have to cut yourself." That notion made him sick, and was a dirty comment to every female black witch in the school. Was there no one in this school going to stop this girl, she made this kind of remarks in the out and open. Something that was not done in his old school. His hand shut op towards his amulet, Evanora reached for it. Knowing what he was going to do, but she was too late. The poodle of water that surrounded the table, they just vacated, rose up. And shot to the three girls who were still chuckling like hyaena's. Their laughter turned into screams, ear deafening screams. The Razor family might carry some weight, but so did his. And this kind of behaviour, was not going to be unpunished. Not when he was around.

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The door of the headmistress office burst open. A much older version of Medea entered, together with his own mother. Who looked very disappointed, which he knew wouldn't last long.

"My poor, child." The older woman said, wrapping the still wet Medea in a tight huge. That would be Madam Razor, the woman then turned towards Evanora. And did something that sent him in a blind rage. The woman slapped Evanora in the face, the fire red markings were showing. He jumped towards the woman, his own mother grabbed him by the waist.

"Calm down Kayne." She said.

"She just slapped Evanor." He hissed. His mother repeated herself. "If she wanted to slap someone, she should have slapped me. I am the one who gave that spoiled little rat, a cold shower of reality."

"Kayne Le Rouge, calm down. Otherwise, I will give you a cold shower." His mother said, and he knew that this was not an empty threat. At this point the headmistress, Hedvig Dukes, entered the office, quickly observing what is happening.

"O boy, I am not getting enough paid for this." The woman said. "Madam Razor, mister Le Rouge is right however. He is the one who attacked Medea, but not after she attacked him first. But that is not the only reason why I called you here today. Normally I would turn a blind eye to this, but Medea made some very untactful comment. Something, another student would get expelled for."

"And that is?" Madam Razor's voice was sharp.

"She made a comment about Evanora's women hygiene products, and that it is no wonder that her amulets are so strong lately." Kayne replied, instead of the Headmistress. "I do not have to tell you, were this is going?" His mother, Lilac Le Rouge looked shocked. Madam Razor looked smug.

"I do not see the problem. It is not a secret that black witches use blood to fuel their magic." Madam Razor said. Was he surprised by this reaction? Not really, but at least now he knew why Medea was so entitled. And not at all ashamed for her actions.

"Wait, is that why you attacked that girl?" His mother asked. He nodded, and she closed her eyes. To open them with the kind of rage, he had seen once or twice in his life. "Headmistress Dukes, I am sorry to say. But I do believe that this is grounds for explosion, this kind of behaviour shouldn't be tolerated. It is gross and backwards, I know for a fact that this girl's mother is turning in her grave right now." His mother gasped for air. "Alani Vandran, was the kindest soul anybody could meet and she wouldn't have stand for this."

"You have no right to speak of my mother, lady." Medea snapped at his mother. Which almost send him over the edge.

"I have every right. I was your mother's best friend, until the day she passed away. I am also your sister's godmother." His mother said, that was news to him. But his mother was not done. "How is Evanore treated at home?"

"She is clearly afraid of her sister, and she is not able to do her black magic homework at home." He once again replied. "Judging from her backpack, she those not often get new stuff. If she gets anything at all." He held up the backpack, the bottom was hanging loosely. "And mother, to be frank. Madam Razor was comfortable slapping her, right in front of us." His mother nodded.

"Good point." She replied. But she focusses on the headmistress. "My son those only know the girl, less then a day and he is able to name all of this. Is he missing something?"

"Evanora, is also doing all of Medea's homework." Headmistress Dukes said. His mother rolled with her eyes.

"Alright, Evanora, Kayne go to my car. It is waiting for the two of you outside." She said, he wanted to ask why Evanora needed to come too. "Do as I say, Kayne." He nodded, he grabbed Evanora lightly by the arm, and softly pulled her outside. The fire red markings still on her face, and she was frozen in fear.