The next day, you woke up fairly early since you had to get ready to teach a class that started at 8:30.
                              This morning you had to teach history which you assumed was going to be boring. Cordelia had given you a book to study and you were supposed to teach the girls about the first chapter: Salem Witch Trials.
                              You brushed your teeth and ate your breakfast before going into the front room and sorting out the activities for the girls. You sort of found it funny that you were teaching and yet you were only (your/age) years old.
                              Either way, you collected the books that the girls were writing in and laid them out in a pattern to create the seating plan. You had always thought that seating plans were easier on the first day because when you choose your own seat, it causes confusion and usually makes everyone sit with people they already know. Now you had chance to let them make new friends.
                              Soon enough, the girls came filing in to sit down at their desk and chairs. It was rather satisfying.  Once they'd all quieted down you took a look at the new blackboard that Cordelia had installed onto the wall.
                              T h e  S a l e m  W i t c h  T r i a l s
                              1 6 9 2
                              You drew a little doodle of a witch hat underneath it before returning the conversation to the girls.
                              "Hey! I'm Y/n as you already know." You beam at the eight girls before you, "Can anyone tell me anything about the Salem Witch Trails?"
                              The room was fairly silent, it seemed the girls weren't as educated as you previously thought.
                              Except one girl.
                              She raised her hand confidently, she had dark blonde hair and piercing brown eyes. Her face was almost mouse like.
                              "Yes, Mallory." You say, giving her permission to speak.
                              "The witches were burnt at the stake for being a witch. Many of the women burnt weren't actually witches because the real witches managed to escape by sacrificing their current supreme."
                              "Wow!" You say, Mallory had pretty much told the other girls pretty much the whole lesson. "Well done."
                              "Thank you." She said before opening her book ready to write the figures.
                              "Erm, alright, the Salem Witch Trails began February 1692 and ended May 1693" You tell the class and they began to write in their books. Wow. Awesome.
                              "So, errr, we are going to do this thing where I put three options on the board and you have to guess which is correct, okay?" You say, scribbling three names on the board.
                              A) Anna Leighton
B) Prudence Mather
C) Cordelia Goode
                              "Who was the supreme at the time of the trials?" You ask and a chorus of Bs filled the classroom.
                              You nodded and grinned at the girls until you were interrupted by someone running in the door.
                              "Y/n! Y/n! I booked the-" Queenie paused and saw that you were teaching a class. "Sorry. Just talk to me when the class has finished." She says slightly embarrassed, slamming the door behind her.
                              You lightly chuckle at Queenie's embarrassment but then return your concentration back to the girls.
                               "Now where were we..."
                                      
                                          
                                   
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That Witch Bitch
FanfictionWitches 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...
 
                                               
                                                  