Witches and Tritches

"-And that concludes today's history lesson about the massacre of witches in the Salem,Mass." my grandma beamed.

"So 19 witches died because other people thought they were dark witches, but in actuality only 8 of them were bad the other 9 were good?" I summed up.

"Yes, but luckily for us, our great ancestors kept their identity a secret and we are know still able to live in Virginia."

Lucky us (note my sarcasm).

"Great."

"Ok  we have 15 minutes until you have to leave for school. Let's get to the spells."

Finally. Witch school is a bore with history lessons, but a total riot when it comes to magic.

My grandma chuckled at my excited face and said, "I want you to do a levitation spell and lift the lamp on my right side. Now repeat after me. Ovwa canti lavanta!"

I concentrated on her grey lamp. the only thing dull in her colorful office. I chanted the words and once I said it the third time, it lifted in the air.

I smiled confidently, "Next, grandma."

She smirked, "Nope, you can't move on until you can lift the lamp on your first chant."

I whined, "But it was my first time doing it and I got it quickly."

She smiled, "Yes, you have the makings of a very powerful witch. Actually, extremely powerful but I won't change spells until it is perfect. Try again and maybe it will be perfect."

I pushed away my annoyance and concentrated harder on the lamp and this time it levitated even higher and it was on my first chant.

Grandma chuckled, "Good job, Carter! Now see if you can move it first with your hands then your eyes."

I lifted my hand making swishy movement and the lamp followed my every command. After it was what grandma thought was "perfect", I concentrated on it with my eyes.

At first it just stayed still in the air and wouldn't budge, but after a few seconds it started moving a centimeter. I concentrated harder and the lamp obeyed my every command with my eyes.

My grandma clapped and it broke my concentration, dropping the lamp.

I frowned, "Grandmaaaaa!"

She smiled, "You are indeed a powerful witch, but we'll need to work on how to tune out the rest of the world while doing a spell. I'll let it slide if you can fix the lamp."

I grinned. I knew this spell by heart because my sister and I break things. A lot.

I chanted, "Callo Reparo!"

The lamp instantly repaired itself and I smiled.

I than turned around smirking at my grandma. My grandma and I are witches, so is my sister but she's too young to start training. My mom still can do magic but she prefers not to, saying that she doesn't want the easy way out. My dad is human or as my grandma likes to call him, boring. My sister, Emma, has the makings to be a witch and is just starting to get her magic by age 8. My grandma is an eccentric elder, but hardly seems like one because she needs to be occupied or she'd explode. I'm still surprised she only had one kid, my mom. Grandma likes to say my mom was a handful.

My mom has deep purplish blue orbs, but wears normal green contacts. Witches eyes are a strange color and we usually have to wear contacts to hide them. My mom has straight jet black hair, which I got from her. She has pale Snow White skin with pink full lips. She's probably 5'3.

My dad has what used to be light brown was now dark brown hair and tan skin. He has green kind eyes and knows about mom being a witch, but loves her either way. He is probably 5"11 towering over my mom, which is why most of the time she wears heels. He usually wears crisp button down shirt with khaki pants.