Knight of Converse - Chapter twenty three

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A/N: So this is it. I cried. My hands trembled. But I finished it. Thank you, everyone, who supported this story.

Knight of Converse

Chapter Twenty-three

Misty and I got out of the cab quickly. The wind had been picking up every minute since we left the house. The stormy weather was distinctly unnatural; I could pick up the smell of magic in the air, dark, putrid magic. It sent a chill down my spine. Misty took hold of my arm and ushered us towards the entrance of the school hall, where we were met with loud music and tacky decoration.

“It looks so cool!” Misty exclaimed over the sound of drum and bass.

I rolled my eyes, trying to relax and enjoy the moment for as long as I had. I stopped my thoughts from drifting. Not yet. I wasn’t ready to face it just yet. I had some time to soak this life in, just a little. “Of course you think that,”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

I snorted, but couldn’t help scan the hall for any sign of danger. “That you’re tacky as hell.”

“Hey! Take that back!”

“No way, it’s true!”

Naturally my eyes settled on where Duran stood with Kellie. I caught my breath at the sight of him. His dark hair was slicked back to his neck, and he wore a fitted white shirt and black pants with a bow tie. Around his hips was his sword belt with Excalibur attached. It was strangely fitting, despite making him look a bit more overdressed. He leaned on his sword with one hand. I could so easily imagine him back in Camelot. My chest felt tight as I looked away and back at Misty who was looking down at me with a comforting smile.

“Can you believe Kellie’s dress?” Misty joked. I looked back at her tight white bodycon.

“I’d look so much better in it.”

“You’d look great in anything,”

I nodded in agreement. “True.”

“Let’s get some punch, yeah? Look, Ruby Summers is serving out, which obviously means she’s spiked it.”

“‘Cause she’s an alcoholic,” I supplied laughingly, and followed Misty to the punch table.

I felt eyes piercing the back of my neck and turned my head to see Danny staring right at me. A zap of lightening shot out through the window behind him, before thunder roared loudly. I jumped a little, before turning right back around and yanking Misty’s hand. I didn’t want to deal with Danny right now, not when it was so close. Not when it was nearly time.

“Ow! What?” she cried out.

My hands tingled fiercely. The magic had already worked its way to the top. I tried not to panic, and took a deep breath. “Is he still staring?”

“Is who—ohhh,”

Yeah.”

I turned around to peep again, and we briefly made eye contact before I turned around and took the cup of punch out of Misty’s hand and downed it. I cringed at the distinct cheap vodka taste. Blegh. Get it together Sol.

“He’s coming,” Misty warned me.

“You’re kidding.”

She snorted. “Just kidding.”

“That’s not funny!”

Her expression fell. “Oh wait, yeah he actually is, my bad…”

I pinched her arm before turning around, where Danny was already standing a few feet behind me. Misty quickly excused herself and disappeared into the crowd of dancers. I picked at my nails for a few moments, before looking up at him.

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