They say first love is the most tender and trembling feeling. He crushed my tender and trembling heart. He laughed and declared, “First grow up, kid.” I grew up, but I didn’t forget. After all, we witches are a very hot-tempered and vengeful sort, and we have excellent memories…
Who could have guessed that our paths would cross so unexpectedly eight years later, when I—an eighteen-year-old witchling—arrive for training at the Academy of True Power, where he turns out to be the rector! And to make matters worse, an old childhood prank with a love spell will play a cruel joke.
Well then, Mr. Rector—let’s see who laughs now!