Silentium

Chapter 1

Triss

It was the fourth time I had to try this experience. After three hours there was still no result. I knew that my perseverance was going to lead me somewhere. But I also knew that casting two transform spells at the same time was difficult. I had to see the failure, but I really did not want to give up. Someone knocked on my door and even before she returned, I knew in advance that it was my mother. She was over forty but seemed to be ten years younger. With her short brown hair and light gray eyes I still wondered how she had been able to stay single all these years, especially since she was tall and thin, she and I did not look much like the features of the face. I was smaller, not too much but enough to have trouble reaching the high shelves of the kitchen. I had white hair, yes white, since I was born, I had never seen anyone else with this strange hair color but my mother had told me that it happened that some wizards or witches were kind "Abnormalities", from my point of view, I was just an albino but without the problems of the skin behind, then in addition I had golden eyes. What a bouquet.

"Are you going to stay in your room for more long time ?" she asked, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.

"You see that I'm in the middle of my experience, mom, it's crucial for my research!" I retorted.

"Research or not, I came to tell you that you'll be late for college," she added.

I glanced at the clock hanging over my door and swore, damn she was right. My next class started in less than fifteen minutes and I was far from ready.

"It's not my priority," I apologized.

"If it was only a lesson," she sighed. She approached.

"I'm aware of your passion and especially your passion for botanyTriss, but no one waits three hours to see if a strawberry will suddenly start walking and talking."

"We are far from knowing all that! Then it's not about contact and human reaction, I want to reverse the growth process! I warned, "And then wizards have turned things into pets," I added unsure.

"The movies you watch are not a reference in reality".

"In reality, magic is not supposed to exist," I objected.

She sighed again but this time with a small smile on her lips, she turned around to retrace her steps.

"This love for plants comes from your father," she said. "Go now hurry up, you did not register at the college to go to one course in five."

Wasn't it the goal of a student life? Nevertheless she was right. Reluctantly, I left behind my plant and got up, I had very little time to arrive on time and the college was not next. I needed this diploma to become a recognized botanist, at least in this world. So my mother had the good idea to advise me, finally force adviser we will say, to register with the university to learn more about both plants and humans at the same time. But over the course of the lessons, I concluded that they were much less advanced and the classes were so boring ... Unlike the wizarding schools where the teachers really seemed to be in their elements, the professors here gave the impression of being forced to get up every morning to give classes. At the same time I understood them, at this age, most students are more interested in party, alcohol and sex. Damn generation. Long live science ! However the magic of science.

I took my bag and started looking for my books, but I didn't have time.

"Inveniet," I said, and my books appeared one by one.

"Levare," I added, and with my simple voice and direction in one hand, they lined up in my bag.

I opened my wardrobe and in less than two minutes had donned dark skinny jeans and a sweater. As I approached my coat rack, he handed me my brown coat and a slightly lighter wool scarf than Octavia, a childhood friend of my mother's, had knitted.