The magical academy is a place where young witches and wizards go to learn the craft of magic. It is a hidden and enchanting school, usually located in a remote and secluded area. The academy is a place full of wonders, where the impossible becomes possible. Students who attend the magical academy are taught by experienced and skilled wizards and witches who have mastered their craft. These teachers pass on their knowledge and skills to the next generation, guiding them on their magical journey. The curriculum at the academy covers a wide range of subjects, including potions, spells, wand work, and magical creatures.
“I ask myself that every day,” Olive muttered under her breath.
The banter between Violet and Linc also just felt so genuine and even in the beginning stages when you know Violet just wants to tear his head off for how he broke her heart, there s no denying their chemistry. Since their gran, Edie Maxwell, the Prima Witch herself, sat on the Supernatural Council that had been responsible for Supes stepping out from the shadows fifty years ago, anything having to do with a Maxwell was a big deal.
The curriculum at the academy covers a wide range of subjects, including potions, spells, wand work, and magical creatures. One of the most important aspects of the magical academy is the sorting ceremony. During this ceremony, new students are placed into different houses based on their personality traits and strengths.
Not the Witch You Wed
When most people envisioned hell, they conjured images of wicked, soul-destroying flames and near bottomless abysses bursting with spirits of the damned. The Head Honcho himself, either in his horn-to-hoof birthday suit or a red satin Armani three-piece, usually sat on a throne built from the charred skeletal remains of his victims.
That wasn’t Violet Maxwell’s brand of hell.
Far, far worse, hers was a triple-threat combo of Whispering Pines Ski Resort, her sister Rose’s Witch Bond Announcement weekend, and the three-inch heels said sister had strong-armed her into wearing that morning.
A hell-break was long past due.
Her torture stilts abandoned in the hotel foyer, Vi hustled to the nearest corridor as if Lucifer himself was hot on her tail. If luck—and Mrs. Bender’s gift of gab—was on her side, she’d get a five-minute head start before Rose realized she’d ducked out of the meet ’n’ greet.
It wasn’t like she hadn’t done her sisterly duty. She’d met. She’d greeted. She’d smiled, unhinging her jaw more with each guest who poured into the lobby. For Goddess’s sake, she’d withheld her gag response while their gran’s coven friend described her recent bunion surgery in explicit, gory detail and offered to show her pictures.
Since their gran, Edie Maxwell, the Prima Witch herself, sat on the Supernatural Council that had been responsible for Supes stepping out from the shadows fifty years ago, anything having to do with a Maxwell was a big deal.
A sneeze? Report it in the paper.
A shopping trip? Buy stock from the visited stores.
A Witch Bond between a Maxwell triplet and Valentin Bisset, the notorious European Alpha? Hold the presses, hold your wallets, and party like it’s the event of a lifetime. People had come out of the woodwork to celebrate, and the ceremony itself was still months away.
Now that was a three-ring circus she wasn’t looking forward to.
As Vi turned at the indoor swimming pool, her cell phone vibrated against her left boob. Going against her better judgment, she tugged it from her DD cup and immediately regretted reading Rose’s message.
You can run, but you can’t hide. You and Olive owe me.
Hell’s Spells, it hasn’t even been a minute and the witch broke out the emoji threat.
Those little icons sat on Vi’s chest like an anvil. This was bad. This was Dirty Dancing remake bad. This brand of bad called for triplet backup.
She didn’t need to ping her younger-by-four-minutes sister’s phone or use her nonexistent Magic to track Olive down. Where there’d be no people, there’d be an Olive, and no one in their right mind would hit the library while at a state-of-the-art ski resort except for her sister.
It took four minutes at a mall-walker pace to reach the H. Kline Library and all of two seconds to spot the youngest triplet, sitting on the leather corner sofa with her legs curled beneath her and surrounded by no less than a dozen books. Olive didn’t even look up when Vi closed the door.
“You know I hate interrupting your literary vacation, but unless you want to be subjected to one of our sister’s bright ideas, we need to relocate you. Pronto.” Vi snatched Olly’s bag and waited by the door. “Like five minutes ago pronto. Fifteen to give us a comfortable cushion.”
Behind her thick-framed glasses, Olive’s blue-eyed gaze finally flickered off her book and transferred to Vi. “What happened to Rose greeting guests with the Tiger King all morning?”
“Olly, what time do you think it is?”
“Ten? Maybe eleven?”
“Try three in the afternoon. You missed the brunch. When she brought up outdoor excursions over the omelet station, there was a look in her eye. She means business.”
“There’s always a look in her eye. She claims it’s from determination, but I’m ninety percent sure it’s the uncorrected astigmatism.” Pushing her glasses higher on her nose, Olive turned back to the book in her lap.
Vi stole it. “You’re not grasping the severity here, babe. It was worse than the look that led to the skinny-dipping incident freshman year.”
“That was your idea. So was the triple date I still have nightmares about, and the hair dye fiasco Mom still won’t forgive us for.”
“Oh. Yeah. Those were … me…” Vi paused, thinking, then snapped her fingers. “It was worse than the time she bulldozed us into being the Sanderson sisters for Halloween. Remember? That was not me.”
Olly’s face paled. “Why the hell didn’t you lead with that? I am not being Winifred again. She’s way too cutthroat for my blood.” Jumping up from the couch, Olive carefully crammed her dusty book friends back into their empty shelf slots. “Let’s get the hell out of here before—”
“Before what?” Rose’s voice startled them both.
“Son of a witch’s tit!” Vi clutched her chest, her pounding heart practically tickling her tonsils. “For the love of Goddess, Ro, my purple highlights just turned white. Do you know how much experimenting I had to do to find the perfect shade?”
Olive frowned. “Did Gran teach you how to do her poofy ninja-appearing thing? Because we’ve discussed how that trick is to never be used for evil … or against your sisters.”
“No, you both were too busy plotting your escape to notice me.” Rose cocked a meticulously microbladed eyebrow. “Or are you denying trying to make a break for it?”
“Would you believe us if we did?”
“We’re at a ski resort. What did you think we’d be doing in our downtime?”
“Truthfully?” Vi ticked the list off on her fingers. “Avoiding our parents. Avoiding our parents’ friends. Avoiding the people pretending to be our parents’ friends.” She slid a questionable look to Olive, knowing her younger sister loved Supernatural societal nonsense nearly as much as she did—insert sarcasm. “Did I leave anything out?”
“Avoiding people in general?” Olly quipped.
Vi playfully tugged a strand of her dirty-blond hair. “Ah, our little introvert.”
Rose huffed, not amused. “You can’t possibly avoid everyone all weekend.”
“See, I beg to differ, because this place has a seriously decadent room service menu. I can’t tell you the last time I ate seared scallops that didn’t make me feel as though I had sand in my teeth.”
“You want to spend all your time at this incredible mountain resort holed up in your room? Or here?” Rose looked around the small library in distaste. “How did we share a womb for eight months?”
“I ask myself that every day,” Olive muttered under her breath.
Copyright © 2022 by April Schwartz
I’m also willing to bet that it’s physically impossible not to be smitten by Violet and Lincoln’s romance. I’m a sucker for love interests that are devoted to their partner and Lincoln definitely delivered on that. Stories where the reader knows the reasons for a break up or someone getting their heart broken yet not the protagonist knowing it can be so nail-bitingly dramatic and that’s the case in this book. I loved how we got to see Lincoln try and make up for what he did and Violet giving him the pieces of the puzzle he was missing, and vice versa. The banter between Violet and Linc also just felt so genuine and even in the beginning stages when you know Violet just wants to tear his head off for how he broke her heart, there’s no denying their chemistry. From unexpected run-ins to downright heartwarming displays of affection, these two were explosive to follow.
This creates a sense of belonging and camaraderie among the students, as they work together in their respective houses to excel in their studies. In addition to academic learning, the magical academy also provides a platform for students to participate in various extracurricular activities. These activities include dueling clubs, magical sports, and theater productions. These opportunities allow students to further develop their skills and showcase their talents. The magical academy also promotes the importance of friendship and teamwork. Students form close bonds with their fellow classmates, building lifelong friendships. They learn to rely on each other and collaborate on projects and assignments. These bonds are crucial in the world of magic, as teamwork often plays a significant role in overcoming challenges and solving problems. While the magical academy is a place of learning and growth, it is also a place of adventure and mystery. Students often embark on quests and adventures, exploring hidden passages and secret rooms within the academy. These experiences not only provide excitement but also test the students' abilities and knowledge. Overall, the magical academy is an extraordinary place where young witches and wizards immerse themselves in a world of magic and wonder. It is a place where they learn to harness their powers, build friendships, and prepare themselves for the magical challenges that lie ahead. The academy is a place where dreams come true and where the impossible becomes possible..
Reviews for "Parallel Universes and Time Travel: Advanced Studies at The Magical Academy"
1. Emily - 2/5 stars - I did not enjoy "The Magical Academy" at all. The characters were extremely one-dimensional and lacked any depth. The plot was also very predictable and cliché. I found myself constantly rolling my eyes at the cheesy dialogue and the contrived situations. Overall, I was very disappointed with this book and would not recommend it to others.
2. Michael - 1/5 stars - "The Magical Academy" was a complete waste of time for me. The writing was juvenile and lacked any sophistication. The story felt like a poor imitation of other popular young adult fantasy novels, without bringing anything new to the genre. The world-building was weak and left me with more questions than answers. I struggled to finish this book and have no intention of continuing the series.
3. Sarah - 2/5 stars - I was excited to read "The Magical Academy" based on the premise, but it fell flat for me. The pacing was uneven, with long stretches of nothing happening followed by rushed, unexplained plot developments. The main character was irritating and her decisions made no sense to me. The romance subplot was forced and added nothing to the story. Overall, I found this book to be underwhelming and would not recommend it to others.
4. Jason - 2/5 stars - I was expecting much more from "The Magical Academy." The world-building was confusing and inconsistent, making it hard to fully immerse myself in the story. The magic system was poorly explained, leaving me with a lot of unanswered questions. The writing style was mediocre and failed to hold my attention. I was disappointed by the lack of originality and depth in this book.