So someone wanted me dead.

Was I a threat? To whom, though? It could be anyone, really, since I'd made my fair share of enemies in the short amount of time I'd been here. Lots of people had the opportunity to slip the death charm into my pocket through a sleight of hand or magic without me realizing. Death charms were light and quiet for a reason, after all.

 All through the next day's classes, I hugged my cloak pockets close to my body, staring at everyone ...