Can't Spell for Toffee

Chapter 3- Phil

"You ready, [Y/N]?" I hear Phil call.

"Just a minute," I yell back. I look in the tiny, dusty mirror one last time. You can do this. You can handle whatever comes your way.

I shield my eyes as I step out into the dazzling sunlight.

"So... How are we getting there? There's no road round here or any bus route." I ask

"We use Gertrude." Ethan says, plainly.

"Gertrude?"

"Gertrude." Ethan points to a beaten up car that appeared to be from the Stone Age.

"That's our car?" I wonder whether I'm supposed to laugh, as if this is some kind of joke.

"Well, at least you can see her how she really is. Don't worry, to humans she looks like a Ferrari," Phil explains

"Shut up," I say in disbelief.

"I'll drive," Phil says, clearly used to being the driver, "[Y/N], you can sit in the passenger's seat and Ethan can sit in the back." Ethan stuck his tongue out at Phil's back whilst Phil started the car.

"So, Phil, what's the Academy?"

"It's basically a school for young witches, wizards, werewolves and vampires."

"Vampires? I didn't know there were vampires. Neither of you are vampires."

He chuckles, "well noticed, [Y/N], we do not tend to get involved with vamps."

"Bloodsuckers," Ethan mutters under his breath.

"And we advise you to stay away from them too." I'll be the decider of that.

"Okay, I'll try. So, what happens at the Academy then?"

"Like I said, it's basically school."

I roll my eyes, "great." They both laugh.

"You have all your normal lessons- English; maths; languages; history; etcetera; etcetera. But you also have 'magic lessons'. For example, because you're a witch, you'll have spells and potions."

"Oi, Phil, we're here," Ethan points out. I take in a deep breathe. Here I am, ready for the rest of my life. I wonder what it looks like. Right, on the count of three: 1... 2... 3! I spin round to see...

"Nothing! There is nothing there!" I exclaim. My eyes lay upon the large, empty space.

"Wait, don't panic. Close your eyes and grab my hands," I do as Phil says, he held my hands gently yet protectively. "Turno megi. Okay, now open them."

I shake my head, "no, I don't want to. Everything's going to change if I open them. I don't want everything to change." Suddenly everything came rushing back to me, more and more flashbacks until tears were streaming down my face.

"No, no, [Y/N]," he pulls me into a bear hug and strokes my hair, "it's going to be okay. You just have to trust us, can you do that for me?" I nod into his chest. "Good, now when you're ready, you're going to look at the Academy. Okay?" I nod again. Slowly, I back away from his chest to see it. The Academy.