(BTW Sarah has brown hair in the beginning)
I always had special abilities:
I learned to talk and read (in any language I tried) before anyone else my age, and decipher almost any code.
I can play any instrument perfectly if I pick it up.
I can solve any math equation, including those thought impossible to solve.
I have always been at the top of my class, even when I graduated college at 6.
But I always felt like I was under a microscope.
Doctors and psychologists constantly run me through tests and connected me to machines to try to figure out what exactly was different in me that made me so 'special'. It became worse once I finished college because I permanently moved there and I never saw my parents again.
In all of my life I've only had one friend, everyone called him Dr. A but he let me call him Ambrose. Ambrose was an interesting man to say the least. He was almost as smart as me, he changed his hair color constantly, hated the lab's plain white coats, and was the only carefree and nice person there (the last one would be enough to call him interesting, the others just send it over the top).
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I had been living in the lab for 9 years when the strangest thing happened. Ambrose had come to the lab in his new hair color, a kind of electric pink.
"I love the new color Ambrose!" I basically shouted when he entered the cafeteria during breakfast.
He basically ignored me, well until he sat at the table where I was sitting with the other doctors 'in charge of taking care of me'. "Thank you Sarah, I can't believe I hadn't tried it before." He smiled.
"I would love to have that color too." I almost pleaded (I have asked for this for ever, the answer is always no) Everyone frowned. 'I'm 15, when will you let me dye my hair?" I asked kind of annoyed at this point.
"Never" all except A answered at the same time while A answered "probably when you're 18."
"Ugh! Ok, but I'm not giving up." I said. But I kept on thinking I want pink hair. I was basically stabbing my toast while thinking that when, slowly, everyone turned to look at me with their eyes wide and whispering to each other.
"What?" I asked. "Why are you all looking at me?" I picked up a spoon to look at my reflection and, my hair is pink? Everything went dark.
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I woke up in the backseat of a car. I had never been in this car before. My hair was still pink.
At my stirring someone started talking, "Good afternoon Sarah." Ambrose, I was either ok and they were taking me to some other kind of lab, or Ambrose was a creep and was kidnapping me.
"Where the fuck am I, Dr. A?"
"No need to swear Sarah, I'm taking you to Grea."
"What the fuck is Grea? I memorized every place in this country, no place is called Grea." I said kind of starting to freak out.
"Grea is my home town, your great grandma's home town, the reason you're so smart, the reason your hair changed colors by free will."
"You're not making any sense. You might be the only person I slightly trust but I feel like you're kidnapping me." I told him.
"I'm not kidnapping you." He didn't sound so sure.
"Yeah ok, does Dr. Bitch know we're here?" Dr. Bitch is what we call the head of the lab.
"No, Dr. Bitch thinks you're dead and that I quit in grief."
"So you're kidnapping me."
"No, I'm breaking you free from that hell, I was going to ask you before going but if Dr. Bitch heard about your hair the tests would happen all the time." Yeah, ok he has a point.
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We drove for hours, I felt like we would never stop. The car stopped in front of a mall.
Ambrose was apparently loaded and he let me buy my own clothes. He called the style I chose "dark academia" and said it fit my ravenclawness. After explaining what both of these things meant he quickly added that the writer of HP is a bitch.
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"What happened to my hair?" I asked Ambrose, "Why was I able to change it by thinking?"
"Well, you're a knowing witch like me." he said as if it was the simplest thing to understand in the world.
"I'd say witches aren't real but after my hair, I really can't be so sure."
"Witches are real and most live in Grea, the only reason you have powers is because your great grandma got her powers taken away and sometimes they resurface generations after."
"What's a knowing witch?" I asked.
"There are a two kind of witches, knowing and elemental." He answered. "Knowing witches are smart, can shape shift and read minds, which is considered a dark art by the way and the reason your great grandma got her powers taken away. You can't do much without training and you can only train in Grea."
"Ok, what are elemental witches then? They control the elements?" I'm assuming it probably means earth, water, fire and air and not the actual elements.
"Yeah, they control earth, water, fire and air. They can also control plants and talk to animals and one of the dark arts for elementals is controlling other people's blood. All witches can brew potions, cast spells, and fly with brooms but there are certain potions and spells specific to each type."
I was actually starting to believe it and I was right to believe it.
"So, will you teach me how to be a witch?"
"I would love to, however, I am actually not skilled at all and my job is to look for witches like you whose family was supposed to forget they had powers." He answered after realizing I was still awake.
"Wait. You're not going to leave me in a new place alone are you?" There was no way, he's my only friend I can't lose him, I don't know how to talk to other people.
"I'm sorry" oh.
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Hi, I was going to write until they met but I ended up writing over 1000 words and I didn't even get close to it, so I decided I will do a part 2 so you can have this without waiting too much.
I am terrible with physical descriptions of people so I'm gonna do picrew me's of the characters that I have created so far (might put them in this chapter). Also, I'm sorry for the lack of descriptions of places, I guess for now it's up to your imaginations.
This is really helpng me world build and figure out who my characters are. Half of this was bullshitted in the moment.
I wrote most of this at 7am before breakfast but after writing for 2 hours I took a break for like an hour.
Ok, I made the picrew me things for the characters I have so far, you probably already saw them.
I'm gonna try to keep posting constantly.
This actually made me want to write the story in (mostly) Sarah's POV instead of just "one shots" but really I feel like it's better if I keep doing this at least until the summer and then I'll make it into a novel with chapters in order maybe in the summer or later, we'll see.
This was really fun, I cannot wait until I have the whole world of magic figured out.
I might do a whole book explaining how magic in this world works with specific spells and potions.
What do you think?
pls vote so more people can give this a chance but you don't have to if you don't want to.
I love ya'll,
~Lilly Rose 🥀
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