prologue : the letter

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Prologue

Ariana Channing you have a special letter, I was told to deliver it directly to you and to not let it slip into anyone else’s hands but your own. I furrowed my brow at the post man who stood on my doorstep, my mother shadowed behind me and I could almost feel her stare stabbing into my back right between my shoulder blades.

“well thank you” and with that the postman continued off to his delivery truck and waved me goodbye as he pulled away off of the street, I flipped the letter over in my hands as my mother shut the heavy wooden door behind me.

“Ariana what does it say, do you think it could be?”

I shook my head in disappointment and explained to my mother that if it was the letter I have been waiting for since I was sixteen it would have already arrived and with that I slid my thumb into the envelope and withdrew the parchment letter that had been sealed shut with wax. As I studied the wax I could feel my jaw drop with excitement and confusion, the wax had a crest imprinted in it, the crest I had always wanted to be associated with ever since I was a young girl. I opened the letter gingerly and it read,

Miss Ariana Channing

31 Mistbrook drive

New York

 

I would like to formally congratulate you on your acceptance into the Aspen School Of Magical Beings. You will begin immediately, we have attached a plane ticked to Paris France where you will be greeted by a man named Gregory Finch who will escort you to the School. Also attached is your school list for the semester

 

Best wishes

 

Marylyn Foster, Headmistress

 

I dropped the letter on the floor and as soon as my mother was able to swoop down and grab it I had my bags at the door ready to leave.

“Are you sure you are ready for this Ariana?”

I nodded after all I was seventeen; I adjusted my hip length straight blonde hair and stepped out onto the stoop. My mother kissed both of my cheeks a cab seemed to pop up out of no where, the man stepped out and grabbed my bags from my grasp and opened the sleek black door for me as I waved my final goodbye 

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