The first guy I ever saw on campus was him.

After all who could ever ignore the flying guy with multicolored feathers protuding from his back and a long beaked nose that hovered just above the founder’s monument, surounded by equally smug warlocks and fae.

It was imposible not to gape.

“That’s Dexus Flynn” Keya snorted beside me rolling her eyes “don’t stare at him too much tough, our kind doesn’t mix with his”

“Why?” I asked my guide puzzled

“Because many a witch have died for trying to fly too close to the sun”

Nodding, I understood her warning.

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