Am I a Witch!
Dear Diary,
“You are a witch.” These are the words of Headmistress Mrs. Morgana Ravenscraft. Am I really? I don’t know.
Just Professor Xorki handed me a bag similar to the one I saw Mrs. Norse give to Ms. Tailholme. I’m not ready to open it yet; too many unanswered questions linger, and I need to write down the old ones before diving into new mysteries.
Last night, around 2 am, I woke up thirsty and went to the kitchen. Suddenly, I heard unusual noises and looked out through my window. I saw my parents on their knees with their hands tied in front of someone. The giant wings of a bird’s shadow loomed over them, and they went inside. Due to the midnight darkness and numerous bushes, I couldn’t see where they went, but I’m sure I saw them. The question now is, if they are here, why did Mr. Black say they would come after a week? Who were they apologizing to, and why?
It was a disturbing sight that kept me awake. Reading through everything I’ve written in you over the past couple of days, I’ve concluded that I’m not just imagining things. I feel like I’m part of something abnormal, something I don’t understand. That’s when I decided to go with the flow and not react to anything without fully grasping the situation.
In the morning, I packed my things and got ready to go to school with Mr. Arthur Black. He took me to Ms. Tailholme’s house in Ebonhaven Village. The village was cold and snowy, giving off a frozen vibe, like secrets buried in the snow. Ms. Tailholme welcomed us warmly, offering delicious blood berry chocolates.
After a while, they asked me to wait as they left. I sat outside her house, taking in the snowy environment, looking at the trees without leaves, telling tales of the village’s age. Silently spoken winds carried untold stories. Out of nowhere, an old, poor-looking lady with white hair and yellowish robes approached me. Her bent body and suspicious eyes reminded me of the eyes I saw on the roadside in Ebonvale when I first arrived.
She handed me a wand and said, “Majesty Bella, your trust.” I was shocked, claiming it wasn’t mine. She insisted that she had been waiting for me for centuries and requested me to take it, freeing her from this world. Confused and curious, I questioned how she knew my name, as only my maa had ever called me that. I told her there must be a misunderstanding, as I never gave her any wand. She insisted it was mine and walked away. I placed the wand in my bag, still trying to comprehend the strange encounter.
I was lost in thoughts about the old lady when Ms. Tailholme came, urging me to come inside her house to head to school. I inquired about my luggage, and she assured me it would be delivered. As Mr. Black was nowhere to be seen, Ms. Tailholme explained that he would come when needed. In my decision to go with the flow, I refrained from asking more questions.
The route to the school was different this time. Instead of a chariot, Ms. Tailholme led me into a dark room with a massive diamond shield. Placing her hand at the center, she instructed me not to look back. After reciting something and tightly holding my hand, she looked back, and we were in Mrs. Ravenscroft’s office. Lilith was there, and Mrs. Ravenscroft welcomed me, introducing Lilith Morvain as the leader of the chamber “Pyrocrest Sanctum.”
Lilith left with a book containing a sketched key. Mrs. Ravenscraft continued, declaring that I am a witch. It was hard for me to process. How could I be a witch? I know myself; witches can’t love, or can they? I was bewildered.
Mrs. Ravenscroft revealed that they had been sending invitations for my admission for years, but my grandma never allowed me to come here. She affirmed that I was meant to be here, not there. To my surprise, she disclosed that my grandma and parents were also witches.
The next step was choosing my chamber. They took me to the ceremonial yard with a huge circular fireplace connected to symbols representing each chamber, known as the “Foresight Fire.” To find my chamber, I had to make a cut in my palm, collect the blood in a silver grail, and pour it into the fire. After some time, the fire turned green, and through which one of the piller turns into green, and it represents that the chamber I had chosen — Terravale Hall.
Showing gratitude, we returned to the headmistress’s office. She instructed me to wait outside for Mr. Servius. As I walked down, I found myself in front of the same hut where I previously saw Mrs. Norse and Ms. Tailholme. Curiosity led me closer, and suddenly, someone’s hands were on my shoulder. Startled, I turned to see Professor Xorki, handing me a small bag. His behavior suggested he didn’t remember me, or perhaps he was pretending. He walked towards the headmistress’s office, leaving me on the pebbles, waiting for Mr. Servius.
Sitting in this different world, my mind wandered to Adam. I wondered, if he knew I am a witch — Would he have loved me ever? I doubted it.
Yours,
Zoe
