The plane going to Bleethwoods Academy for Female Witches and Highly Excelled Warlocks leaves at exactly 7:30 in the morn and not a second later. If you miss it, tough luck. You miss out on 13 years of wizard/warlock education. Which is why Gilda’s mother was killing her by trying to get her ready for going to a school of something she learned only yesterday truly existed. “Mom, what is this?” Gilda inquired curiously, holding up a lump of fabric her mother had left on the table an hour earlier. “Oh honey that’s your Bleethwoods uniform.” Gilda instinctively dropped the fabric and jumped back, as if it were some form of rabid animal. “UNIFORM?” she queried, in a tone of almost offense. “Yes, uniform it’s required.”Gilda’s mother replied calmly with an undertone of annoyance. “But why?” Gilda whined. “Because it’s an equalizer.”
“Life sucks.” Gilda complained.”Watch your mouth missy,” Gilda’s mother warned sternly. “No comment.” And with that Gilda turned on her heel and flounced off. “I still can’t believe this.” Gilda told herself before throwing on her dress, smoothing it out, and passing a brush through her curls. “I’m a witch. I’m going to an all girls' school for witches. What’s next I have a twin?”
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Tears began to trek down Gilda’s porcelain cheeks, symbolizing her desire not to be at the airport. In her hand she held a suitcase so tightly her knuckles had gone white; and it concealed ten quills: one of bong beak, three of kill dare, two of raven, two of peackockpidgeon, two of fritter gull, and one extremely expensive and maddeningly rare pheonixclaw.
Her wizard robes were wrinkled and all a jumble within her case. Now, there is something you must know. In the witch world, the days of the week are not Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday and Sunday. They are: doming gone, marten, me-air coleus, Juarez, Verne, and sabayon. And for each day of the week, there was a specific color for your morning robe (classes) and your evening robe (rest). Now, she had these colors for her robes: doming gone morning, doming gone evening, marten morning, marten evening, me-air coleus morning, me-air coleus evening, Juarez morning, Juarez evening, Verne morning, Verne evening, and Sabayon. There are some pictures in the back of what she looked like wearing them. It also contained melted tube of gold- pink lipstick, a few crumbled squares of eye shadow and circles of blush, as well as a stick of eyeliner that had recently been reduced to powder under the weight of her spell books.
And lastly, she had two fistfuls of gallon bags of candles for when the light of the sun was no longer in use. “So we’re I’m going to a professional school for female witches, and I’m going to get there on a plane, with a dozen humans?”
“Yes and no. Follow me.” Her mother responded. Gilda was quite confused. “Okay then,” Was her final rejoinder.
Gilda and her mother were thoroughly annoyed with the stares they attracted from lack of silence. It was not them themselves that was making this menagerie-like racket no, no it was their pets. Gilda had four human pets and four witchcraft pets as well. Her human pets included as follows; a shiny scaled, bubble-eyed goldfish that was, ironically, named Mr. Bubbles, Two cats (female and male) that were kin to each other and came from the same litter, but were as different as night and day, and I use that terminology because they were colored like night and day, one black and one white. Also they were named Midnight and Twilight. She had a bird too. His name was Jaden and he was a parrot. She had taught him a few comical phrases that he shouted at random moments which included, “Jaden need to go potty!” and, “DON’T DIE!” (Which he screamed especially loud whenever someone was concentrating) and, “Hurry or you’ll miss your flight!” (Which she had most recently taught him to scream at her mother as a form of revenge for making her wake up so early; he was supposed to be sarcastically mimicking her mother’s voice. This succeeded in thoroughly annoying Mrs. Grant.) Her witch pets were a female, purple pufflenuff named Chloe, a male Kill dare named Gildorph, A male zicklehax named Scarmy, and A gorgeous female pheonixclaw named Cleopatra. Now for those of you who have no idea as to what those creatures are (and that category presumably includes the general public) I shall explain hence forth their generate lineage. A pufflenuff is sort of like a chinchilla, only it has a squirrel-like tail and it comes in all the colors of the rainbow (well, not all of them, it only comes in the bright colors.) They have feet that resemble fuzzy craft balls, and their ears are the size of teacup saucers. Pufflenuff’s are also so dang fluffy that you can barely pick them up, which is how they escape. Kill Dares are half-lizard half-bird. Like a parrot, it can mimic speech. It prefers to speak in rhymes and riddles, like that of the sphinx. It, also like the sphinx, will become aggressive when angered or when the answer to his question is not given correctly.
