My New Life At Witchery High

Teaser

The man sitting behind the red armchair was slowly caressing the velvet fabric on the arm of the chair; it was snowing heavily outside and his view from the chair was nothing but a smattering white.

His face told nothing of his age. There were no visible lines on his face, yet the striking dark brown eyes which looked to be almost black eyes seemed to hold years and years of living.

The silence of the moment in the house was broken by a set of hurried footsteps, which were getting closer to the room, where the man was at.

The heavy door opened with a screeching sound, indicating that the furnishings in the house was probably of very old age.

An old man whose face was ridden with wrinkles and wisdom came in after one knock. He looked sturdy and alert, which was a stark contrast to his face.

Without a word, he handed a cell phone that looked extremely out of place in this scenario to the man in the armchair.

The man held the cell to his ear, and without a word the other person the line started speaking. The man kept silent throughout the whole conversation which lasted for a good 3 minutes.

The old man hurried forward, when the man moved the phone away from his ear, indicating that the phone call had ended. He carefully removed the cell from the man's hand, and retreated silently out of the room.

Suddenly the man stood up from the armchair and walked to the window, which was by now frosted with shades of white, and one could hardly see anything beyond the glass.

There was a loud crash and when the old man rushed in, all that was left were the broken glasses on the floor, and the cold winter wind blowing in through the broken window.

His master had awoke.