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"I don't care! This always happens, all I want is for you to tell me the TRUTH!" you screamed at your mother, and suddenly every candle in the room flared, curtains bursting into flames in an instant. Your mother looked around frantically, glancing at you in shock before disappearing and returning with a fire extinguisher. She put the curtains out quick enough, and the candles dimmed down again as your anger waned. "Wh-What just happened?" you breathed, eyes wide in terror at what you'd just done. That was the third time this week something like that had occurred, and you were sick of them. So you finally confronted your mother about it. But she simply told you that it was a coincidence, but when it happened again and again, you knew she was lying. And your anger got the best of you when she kept denying you an explanation.

Now the woman was sitting on your couch, head in her hands and breathing deeply. You crossed your arms over your chest protectively, waiting for her to speak. And eventually she did, looking up at you with a weary gaze. "Sweetie...sit down. We need to talk." You scoffed, but did as you were asked, mumbling "Yeah, really," under your breath. Once you were settled, your mother began speaking; "Y/n, I've been lying to you. Which I'm sure you know by now. I've tried to keep this from you for long enough, to keep you safe. Just please remember that, I didn't tell you because I needed you to be safe, and I thought that could only happen away from who you really are." You swallowed, biting your lip. But you didn't speak, allowing her to continue.

"You're special, my love. Different. But in a good way, I promise. I know you've told me about these...flare ups that you've been getting recently. And I know this can only mean one thing. You need to know. Y/n.......you're a witch. And so am I. I'm sorry." Your eyes went wide at your mother's words and you shot up to your feet again, breathing beginning to get heavier as you felt the oncoming panic attack. Your mother must have noticed too, because she stood up as well and quickly guided you to sit back down and breathe with her, instructing you to match her slow breathing until you calmed down.

Once you did, you whispered "A witch? Witches aren't real, mom, stop playing with me."  But your mother shook her head, rubbing your back slowly. "Oh, they are. How else could you explain all of these things that have been happening?" You thought about it for a while, and you realized that she was right. There was no other explanation that would make sense. So you replied softly "What do I do?" Your mother was quick in her response as she said "There's a lace I am going to send you. I place for girls like you, where you can be yourself and learn to control these powers of yours. I know the headmistress, and she is a wonderful woman, I'm sure you'll love her. I promise that you'll be okay."

You sniffled again and leaned against her body, where she wrapped you in a tight embrace as you processed all of this new information. It was a whole lot to take in all at once, but you managed to get it in pretty well. And the next day you were all packed, everything of yours in a suitcase and backpack, your nice black dress on and platform boots to match. And you thought you were ready, though leaving your mother was still very hard. A lot of tears, promises to call and text when you arrived, tell her everything. She told you she had gone to this school when she was young, just like you were about to, but that it had probably changed a lot and she wanted to hear all about it. Eventually the two of you managed to separate, and before you could say another word, a knock was heard at your door, and when your mother opened it a woman with vibrant red hair was revealed, flanked by two ominous looking bodyguards.

The woman had a friendly smile on her face, and your mother grinned, pulling each other into a hug as they reacquainted. "Oh Myrtle, it has been too long!" "It really has, my dear. How have you been, m/n?" "I've been wonderful, thank you. She's right here." Finally your mother turned to face you, easy smile on her lips. You gave the redhead, apparently who's name was 'Myrtle', smiling back and waving nervously. Myrtle smiled back and gestured for you to come forward, which after an encouraging look from your mother you did, walking to her slowly until she could place her hands on your shoulders, holding them tightly, an almost motherly gesture. "Hello my dear. I am Myrtle Snow, and I will be taking you to your new home." You smiled shyly and murmured "I'm Y/n. I-It's wonderful to meet you, Ms. Snow."