Running. That's almost all I can remember. Ever since the day my family was killed I have been running. From my past, my powers, those that were trying to hurt me. But it turns out that trying to escape only makes it worse when they catch you. The p...
Being able to do magik, I discovered, is a particularly useful skill to have when trying to redecorate a huge manor estate. For a brief moment I had contemplated doing all restorations manually but decided against it, choosing instead to cheat by using magik. It was easy enough to dispose of all the old furniture, choosing just a few pieces that were less damaged and held sentimental value, by teleporting them into the centre of the grounds and using a simple incendiary charm to burn them. I stood and watched the memories of my past burn in front of me and it was strangely cathartic, giving me a sense of peace that I hadn't felt for a long time. Despite the task being much quicker than it would have been for a normal person, it still took a few days to clean out the whole house and I did some of it manually, choosing not to take the easy way out every time. The only section of the house left untouched was the basement, which held all the old witchcraft books and tools and was the home of the old coven before they were killed. It was a sacred place, and far too good of a resource to get rid of. After the manor was emptied, all that was left to do was to decorate the inside again. I simply used a spell that allowed for the manipulation of organic mass and I could hypothetically create anything I wanted out of thin air. I decorated the house as an almost replica of how it had been before it became too damaged but with a few small modern changes such as proper electricity and lighting. After the house was finished I decided that I should also revamp my wardrobe, but decided to do that the proper way, by actually buying clothes online. Due to my family heritage, I had more money that I could ever spend in my lifetime and I bought more handbags than I care to admit. That night, I went to bed properly happy for the first time in 11 years. --- A few weeks later and I awoke to the dreaded sound of my morning alarm resounding through the room and I flailed my arm wildly for a moment before finding my phone and pressing snooze. Today was my first day at school and I felt like a child on Christmas Eve, a strange mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation. It was the first day back for everyone else after a short half-term break, and I was itching to get up and ready. I showered and dried my hair, before moseying over to my wardrobe. I picked out a grey pencil skirt and a short yellow t-shirt, and I turned to examine myself in the mirror on the inside of the wardrobe doors, making sure I looked okay. Wanting to make a good impression on the other students I decided to add some silver earrings and a necklace to my ensemble. The final touch came with the ring I always wore on my middle finger which bared the crest of my family, two crescent moons, one for the wolves and the other for the Witches. I slipped into a pair of black heeled pumps and grabbed the leather jacket from the back of my desk chair, casting one final glance at myself as I picked up my bag from beside my door and heading out onto the landing, calling a taxi as I walked down the stairs into the entryway. The taxi pulled up to the gates a few minutes later and I stepped out onto the porch, shielding my eyes from the bright sun that was shining onto the front of the house. I told the taxi driver my destination and we made polite small talk until he pulled to a stop in the school parking lot.
A/N: Artemis' outfit:
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