What the Spell

Chapter One: Kicking Ass

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When we got to Kryptose Academy, I was instantly intimidated. It was a large, rustic building, mostly made out of old stones. It was very large, and other witches were flooding into the building.

I walked with my friends, Erin muttering, “This better not be like Hogwarts.”

“Maybe we’re the heroes. Phoebe can be Hermione with the red hair, Scarlett can be Harry because of her dark hair and, erm, darker past, and Erin can be like Ron because of all the jokes!” I said, instantly forming a plan.

“What about you?” Erin demanded.

Scarlett shrugged. “She can get killed by a troll in the bathroom.”

I elbowed her, and we all laughed. When we got inside, we followed the signs and the swarms of teenage girls going to their dorms. When we got to ours, I instantly claimed the bed in the far left corner. I was surprised to see that they room was actually quite large, each of us having a bed, desk, and closet.

I instantly started to settle in, opening my closet and hanging up my clothes. I put all of my supplies on my desk, decorating and whatnot, and put my blankets on my bed. I was obsessed with fuzzy blankets. I laid down, exhausted mentally and physically.

“Get up,” ordered Phoebe, sitting beside me. “We’ve got to go to the dinner hall and get our schedules, books, and crafting materials.”

I groaned, but I’d known this was coming; I’d even bought specific boxes for my supplies, one for each class in fact. I was very OCD when it came to organizing, so I was going to have a field day with this.

I reluctantly got up, and all four of us going down to collect our things. When we got into the line, I accidentally bumped into the guy in front of me. “Sorry,” I said, as he turned around. “I was just…”

I trailed off as my ovaries exploded.

He had sandy blonde hair, and it was ragged, making me want to run my fingers through it. The ends of it waved perfectly, and hung in his eyes a mysterious way. His eyes were the thing that held my attention; his eyes were a bright, neon green that I was getting lost in. There was dark green, light green, even what appeared to be some yellow. As I was looking at his eyes, I was unaware to the fact that he was talking to me.

“I’m sorry, what?” I asked, coming out of my trance.

He laughed knowingly. “Am I that handsome?” he teased.

“Sorry,” I muttered, blushing. “It was just your eyes, that’s all.”

“Thanks, I guess,” he laughed.

“Don’t look too much into it,” I muttered.