Through all my denying, I was scrunching the parchment and it was slowly starting to make my classmates notice. Quickly calming myself and releasing the paper, I placed it face down on the desk. I had to calm my nerves. I could easily give away that something was wrong. While that was true, I didn’t need everyone to know about this. If there was any shred of truth to this. Well, there were a lot of people who hated Morgana. Even if that centuries ago. There was a reason why no one in the magical world named children Morgana.