Hidden Magic

Chapter One

November 3, 1987

ANOTHER TRIAL DROPPED AGAINST CREST-FALLEN ACADEMY!

This morning the trial issued by Governor Steven Mathews himself was dropped as the evidence he had supposedly found, disappeared. Was it an insider job? Did Crest-Fallen use Witchcraft? Who will accuse them next?

June 14, 1996

EVIDENCE STOLEN FROM VAULT!

The evidence proving Crest-Fallen Academy is a cult of dark magic users has mysteriously vanished from the bank vault the paranoid Lord William had it stored, trial dropped due to lack of evidence.

December 25, 2003

Accuser James Frederick Nottington Vanishes!

Charges dropped against Crest-Fallen Academy due to Mr.Nottington failing to show up to the trial with his evidence. Foul play suspected, but no proof can be found.

October 31, 2015

Student presents curious paper on Crest-Fallen Academy!

Teacher calls for a trial as student presents over 100 years of mistrials against Crest-Fallen Academy! Parents still sending their children to Crest-Fallen even with this evidence.

November 2, 2015

Student's assignment disappears and teacher forgets making such charges against the Crest-Fallen Academy. Crest-Fallen Academy's lawyers crush all oppositions! Will this school never be dismantled?

I stare at all the newspaper articles on my computer screen with horror, how could this be where my grandmother was sending me? Why does she want me to go to this foul school that has all these accusations against it. We had been arguing about this for weeks, I wanted to go to the College here in our small town, but she was adamant that I go to Crest-Fallen Academy, for reasons that were completely beyond me. I rush downstairs to the kitchen seeing my grandmother stirring that god awful wooden spoon in that old metal pot. "Why are you sending me to this horrible school that's been accused of being a cult I don't even know how many times!" My words are loud and angry, because even after looking at all the articles, I knew I would still be going to that horrible school, that I had no other choice about the matter.

"Now darling, none of that has ever been proven! I went to Crest-Fallen when I was younger, some of the best years of my life were spent there. Besides even with all the accusations against it, it is one of the most prestigious schools in the world, you should be grateful that you were automatically accepted because you are a legacy. You're going and there will be no more discussion about it! My grandmother went there, my mother went there, I went there, your mother went there, even your father went there! You are a legacy, for six hundred years our family has attended Crest-Fallen Academy, and you will not be the one to break that tradition. The headmistress herself sent your acceptance letter! Now bring your bags downstairs, they'll be picking you up in less then an hour." She was irritated, angry with me for being so against a school, that she had went to herself, that my mother had went to, she pulls that damned wooden spoon out of her pot and waves it at me threateningly.

I narrow my eyes at her playfully, knowing that it wasn't a true threat, at least not anymore, when I was younger, she didn't hesitate to smack my hand with that spoon for trying to steal cookies before dinner, or any other mischief I tried to come up with as a child, but now it was just a fond memory. "Come on, I'll give you a piece of my blackberry pie before you go if you will just be reasonable" I think about it and sigh, nobody refuses that delicious piece of perfection, I would never miss the chance to have a piece of her amazing pie before I left, which she of course knew, probably why she had baked it ahead of time, just to bribe me with, I knew it, she knew it, and yet it still worked because of how delicious it was.