I ran. I ran through the house. I ran up to my room. I slammed the door behind me. "w.w.what the bloody hell was th....?" I start. still shaking violently. what was that? the object my mum conjured up? and how does she have possession of it? an hour later, I fall tired and decide to go to bed, head pounding.
"Dani! time to get up," mum screams up to my room. I open and flutter my eyes, then force them shut again. within a few minutes, I give up and just get up. all achey and sore, I mindlessly wander across my room to my bathroom, freezing. I stare into my elongated mirror, and a pale, ghostly figure appears where my head would be. she resembles me in the most brilliant of ways. her eyes still the brilliant green I knew and loved. but she had deep bags and dark circles under them. she touches her cheek, which also was sore, because it looked white as milk. too pale, I think to myself. too oddly pale. inhumalnly pale. I reach up and touch my cheek again. the pale figure follows my motion. with the flourish of a single finger, a flush washes across her features. my blood felt as if it were about to boil. "gah!" I yell. it hurts. bad. my skin gets hotter and hotter every second. I let out another yelp. my skin, now blood red, felt 200° at least. my heart is beating faster. faster. faster. my eyes start fluttering around. soon, my vision is gone. I had no clue what to do. then all of a sudden, I have no control of my body, and I fall to the ground. eyes still flittering around trying to see something they can't.
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Magic, Spells, and Love
NezařaditelnéDani is an average girl... Or so she thinks. Being Muggle-born and all, she doesn't think she anything more than ordinary... Until her 14th birthday. A mix of visions and magic take over her life. Months later, she is whisked off to the best school...
