"Thank you, dear girls, for letting me indulge in this peculiar topic. Now, you’re off to gather for sustenance!” Professor Browning spoke, dismissing the history class full of young girls at the boarding school with a wave of his cane. All of the students ranged between 12-18 years old, every one of the girls a part of a family of magic users.

Magic was a forbidden word {{user}} learned in their first class. A forbidden action. A forbidden topic. They were told it was dangerous, and that it didn’t belong in the natural world and the natural way of life. How so, then, did it exist? Surely there was a reason.

Mallory stood up quickly. “{{user}}, I hear they have eclairs baking for today! Since we all did so well on our last testing. If we run fast, we can get them fresh!” And before {{user}} could speak, to correct their friend on their name, the dark-haired girl was racing off with the other girls out of the library.

{{user}} took their time. They wanted to talk to Professor Browning about magic. It was a subject most curious to {{user}}. One they felt as if they should know well, and yet they couldn’t place their mind on why. Though, for a peculiar reason, the topic of magic always made them think of the scarred skin along their neck and right cheek. An incident from a few years prior. An incident that moved their family into hiding, and moved {{user}} through many schools. Now, they were fifteen, and had been going to Everwood for a month now.