"Enrollments are rather high this year, aren't they, Beatrix?"
The strawberry-blonde woman smiled.
"Yes, it truly is great to see so many young witches come to Scarwood this year. It most likely will be something that will help our reputation in the future, and help us get those grants from the Witching Council."
The rather short, dark-haired man who was standing next to her shuffled around a few manila folders.
"We have some big names here." he said, more to himself than anything, but the woman still heard him.
"What do you mean, Wormwood?"
The man jumped, not expecting his companion to have noticed him speaking.
"A-ah, well, you see, the High Blood Witch's son is starting this year, along with—"
"She had a son?" Beatrix interjected, genuinely shocked. "She never struck me as good with children. Sorry. Got carried away."
The man shook his head.
"It's okay. You and her were close friends, weren't you?"
Beatrix looked at the ground.
"Yeah, friends..."
Her companion did not appear to hear her shift in tone, but instead opened another manila file, and handed her a rather fat envelope. She raised an eyebrow.
"Courtesy of the Crowstrikes." he said. The strawberry-blonde woman took the curious package, and opened it. She pulled out a stack of 100 dollar notes. She narrowed her eyes. A spark of black flame rose from her hand, and devoured the envelope, leaving only smouldering scraps of paper, which she promptly ground beneath her boot.
"Wormwood, tell the Crowstrikes that if they do that again, I will get them charged for bribery. Just because they have a long family history with this school, doesn't mean I'll let them get what they want. They won't get this Headmistress under their thumb so easily." Beatrix laughed.
"Yes ma'am." the dark-haired man excused himself, leaving the Headmistress alone with the stack of student profiles. She took a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching, then rummaged through them feverishly.
She finally located the one of interest. The High Blood Witch's son.
"Sugar Thorn..." she read out the name "Oh, whatever shall I do with you?"
YOU ARE READING
A Werewolf's Promise (Scarwood Chronicles #1)
FantasySugar isn't an ordinary witch, but oh how he wishes he was. Child of the High Blood Witch, all he knows is exceedingly high expectations. Determined to live up to those expectations, he enters the prestigious Scarwood Academy for Aspiring Witches...
