I tried my hair up in pigtails to give myself the appearance of innocence, but that reasoning didnt make it less degrading. I had done everything I could to look naive but I couldn't shake my own stare, it was too cold, too knowing. I just had to hope for the best when it came to tricking the teachers at Rustins Boarding School. It was an esteemed establishment for teaching green and white magic, but it detested any sort of black magic. The hardest part of the whole operation was hiding my practice while keeping with my praying.

I reminded myself of who thos all was for, my elderly father who just a few steps away from death's door. I needed to learn how to heal him but that spell wasn't taught to me. No green or white witch would ever assist me so I was left to my devices. All I had to do bury my hatred for them for a few months and get the hell out of here.

I slung a pink carrier bag over my shoulder and whispered a quick plea for strength as I left my dorm room....