Enchanted Book 1

Chapter One

"I do not like people," I snorted, taken aback by his comment, "that pride themselves in knowing the most basic of magic." I raised my hand. "Yes, Claira." "Well, it seems that you must dislike me and everyone else in this class, because, if you haven't noticed," I looked around the room. "We all know the most basic magic."

"Yes, it may seem that way, but do you flaunt and take pride in that?" I shook my head and gave a bland smile. "Well, class let's continue! Take out your wands," With a flick of my hand, a crimson stick-like object apparated into my hand. 

"Claira?" Asked our professor, Mr. Hyair. "Yes?" "Apparating is intermediate level." Apparating? "Um, what in the world is 'apparating'?" "Drawing an object out of space, or in other words: summoning something from nowhere." 

OOH'S and AHH's echoed in Claira's ears. I nodded, not sure what Mr. Hyair felt the need to point this out. "And?" I asked. "Well," grunted Mr. Hyair. "It seems that you have a better understanding of magic than I thought."  Ella, my friend, whispered in my ear, "Well, it looks as if you know more than some basic magic." I smiled.

"Anyway, class. Let us continue. Repeat after me," Every student had their wands raised. "Dearmo!" "DEARMO!"  The class shouted, green light shooting out of everyone's wands and disarming Mr. Hyair, sending his wand flying backwards. A murmur of excited whispers broke out. "Excellent! Very good!" Exclaimed Mr. Hyair. 

When class was over and all of the students were shuffling out, Claira heard her name. "Claira!" Mr. Hyair shouted. Claira stayed behind while Ella left. "Yes, professor?" "Come, sit down." Claira sat down at Mr. Hyair's old brown desk, cluttered with papers and several magical devices. "What do you want to talk about?"  Asked Claira, one leg over another, her black combat boots shining in the lamp light. 

"Well, I was just fascinated at how you seemed to master intermediate magic, when you are only a beginner." Claira rolled her eyes. "My parents," said Claira."Are some of the strongest witches and wizards that have ever lived. Do you think I would be anything less?" questioned Claira, flicking a strand of ombré hair out of her face. 

"Not at all," said Mr. Hyair, seeming slightly intimidated, "I was just wondering would you like to join the Bureau of Sorcery?" Claira smirked, "No. D'you thinks that just because I'm a bit 'abnormal', that you can persuade me to join a group set up for your own conservative agendas? Well, you thought wrong." Claira got out of her seat. 

"Claira! That is no way to treat a teacher!" Mr. Hyair exclaimed, drawing his wand. "Yet you wish to duel a student? Quite a hypocrite are you?" Retorted Claira, exiting. 

Claira walked briskly through the halls, wanting to catch up with Ella. "Ella!" She yelled, surprisingly Ella turned around, only a feet meters away. "Oh, I thought you would be in potions already." said Claira, smiling. "No, I was doing something much better than attending, 'potions'." answered Ella slyly. "What were you doing?" Claira asked. 

Ella took out her wand and waved it over a package that was lying at her feet. The box rattled, and finally, a bird the size of a dog bust out. Its feathers were a grim black and its beak was red with white beady eyes. "Ella," Claira said, shaking.

"Do you know what kind of bird that is?!" Ella nodded, smiling. "A Dreadful Soul singer." said Ella and Claira in unison. "Where did you get it?" "A friend." Ella responded, smiling. "That bird is the omen of death, Ella." "I know. That's why I have it."

Claira drew her wand. "Put that damned thing away!" Threatened Claira, her wand aimed right at Ella. "I have to make this sacrifice, Claira!" Ella yelled."But why do you need to kill somebody, that's what this bird does, Ella!" "I know what it does!" retorted Ella. Suddenly, a flash of blue light shot from behind Claira. Claira turned around, Ms. Moonreacher, their potion teacher stood. Her black robe swaying slightly."Whose bird was that?" "Was?" said Ella, turning and seeing that the bird was gone.