When you next woke, you were lying in bed with a group of people crowded around you.
Honestly, you didn't remember this many humans actually caring about you.
You try to sit up but the pain in your shoulder was antagonising.
You look at it and see the teeth marks in your clothes. It reminded you of what happened last night, or at least you thought it was last night.
"Y/n! Please don't move, it'll hurt more" Cordelia says, gently pushing aside the red-haired woman and coming into view.
"Can't you just heal me?" You manage to mumble. "Like magic and stuff.." You were whispering at that point, it took to much physical exertion to move your lips a centre meter.
"Sadly no, the things that but you were cursed and..." her voice trailed off as your sight faded into nothingness.
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That Witch Bitch
أدب الهواةWitches don't fight, they BURN! At least, that's what you thought when you first stepped foot in Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies. After making friends (and enemies) you discover out there is a LOT more to witches than incantat...
