I said nothing. All the thousand explanations I could come up with never left my lips as Ivy's cerulean eyes fixated on me as a hawk would stare at its prey.
Slowly, my mouth started moving because her stance sent a clear message: if I didn't speak, she wouldn't leave. "I don't know what you want me to say. Or do you need me to explain how your powers work?"
She scoffed. "You think yourself so clever, don't you?"
"Well, I am a teacher, and it'd be rather silly if I was dumb, won't it?" Ivy let out something that seemed to be a laugh or a sound of frustration.
She stepped forward, arms crossed, "Let me make myself very clear to you, Luna. I will not be blamed for your... state." The last word, Ivy spat like a curse. The manner in which she said ruffled my furs. How dare she?
