Infinity

2: A Magic Bracelet

Chapter 2

I woke up the next morning to the sun shining through the living room curtains directly into my face. My head was pounding. I felt sick. I couldn't remember what had transpired the night before but I found it strange that I was dressed in layers of clothes and I had socks on my feet. Although I had never been one to drink or party like other teenagers, I was willing to bet that a hangover felt no different than this. I could hear my mother, Maisie and Grizelda arguing in the kitchen. "I won't let you subject her to what Charlie has to deal with. You don't even fully know if she's one of those magic kids or not. She's sixteen. Wouldn't that have shown up by now?"

"That's the thing, mom. It has happened a few times when she was younger. An obeah in Bimini weakened it so it wasn't as noticeable, but it's coming back. That's why I brought her here. That's why I homeschooled her all of these years. I would rather her be somewhere that understands what is wrong with her than in a public school where she could accidently hurt someone or be labeled a freak. She needs to be with other people like her. Grizelda has a point." My mother argued back. "I've already been to speak with the headmaster. I went last night. But it's not like that has made much of a difference. Dr. Bloor told me that he was informed already."

"They can't force you to send her there." Maisie said stubbornly.

"Either she can go by free will, or they will come after her. And you don't want them to come after her." Grizelda said ominously. "You can't hide an endowed child. Dr. Bloor is going to send a car for you both to have a meeting with him and get her enrolled. I suggest you keep your nose out of things that you don't understand, Maisie." Grizelda walked into the living room and looked at me. "Oh good, you're awake. You better clean yourself up. A car is being sent for you and your mother. You're going to the academy today."

I frowned and slowly walked to the bathroom. I wish we never came here. I didn't understand what was going on. I didn't believe any of this was possible. I had grown up believing in science and logic, not magic. Now I was being thrown into a world of kings and magical powers. I felt like my life was being turned into a shitty RPG or fantasy novel. Now I was expected to be separated from my mother and go to a boarding school in a country I wasn't familiar in. I had never even attended a school with other students before. I wasn't socially adjusted.

I turned the shower on and let the bathroom fill with steam. Maybe a shower would clear my head a little more. I still felt foggy from last night and I couldn't quite remember what had happened. I remember almost sleep walking all the way to Cathedral Square and meeting up with Venetia and a boy. I remember what he told me but I couldn't remember his face or how I got home. I just remembered his eyes. They were so black and there was something about them that made me uneasy.

When I couldn't stand to be in the shower anymore I finally got out and dried myself off. I yanked a brush through my hair and tied it up into a loose bun, I brushed my teeth and pulled on some clothes. I didn't know if I was expected to dress nicely or not. I decided to go half way and put on a pair of dark skinny jeans and a nice sweater. As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom I heard the sound of a car honking its horn in front of the house. Mom ushered me out the doorway and into the car, allowing me to have the front seat. The man driving had long black hair that he pulled back into a ponytail. He had a little facial hair and I couldn't see much more of his face because he had sunglasses on. I couldn't blame him. The sun reflecting off the snow was almost blinding. Something about him seemed familiar but I couldn't place it. "Hi." I said sheepishly. He looked at me before he began to drive. I blushed and looked down at my feet. I had never been good at making eye contact with people.

"You must be one of Harold and Dorothy's sons." My mother said as we began to drive down a street full of beautiful homes decorated with Christmas lights. "I knew your parents years ago. I used to be a wedding planner. It was the nicest wedding that I had ever been a part of. Not that I expected anything less from a Bloor."