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[00] prologue

The petite brunette sat upright with her leg crossed over her knee in the leather chair as she waited for the headmistress of Miss Robichaux's Academy. She let her eyes scan the room. She noticed the view from the small office. When outside, she had admired the house. It was some of the most beautiful architecture she had seen since she arrived in Louisiana. Upon entering, she only thought even more of the school and those taking part in it. As she remembered herself standing outside the gates of the academy, her eyes closed briefly and as soon as she looked up she was back outside the building. The girl jumped back, startled by the new location. As her breathing slowed down she felt a hand on the small of her back. She turned around quickly to find an older woman with blonde locks tied into a sleek ponytail.

"Miss Cartwright I believe?" the lady asked with a smile.

"Oh yes, please call me Jenna" she nodded.

"Well Jenna, shall we continue this conversation in my office? Perhaps you can help me get there?" Jenna nodded and held her arm out to the blonde. She was quick to take hold of the young girls arm, watching her carefully. Jenna slowly closed her eyes and imagined being back in the room with the beautiful view and leather chair. She felt herself shift and when her eyes fluttered open once again, the two girls were in the office upstairs.

"Please" the older of the two monitored to the leather chair Jenna was seated in earlier before sitting in her own behind the desk. A plaque was placed upon the desk engraved with the words 'Cordelia Foxx Headmistress'. "So Jenna, obviously you've begun to control your abilities more than when they first started. Would you mind sharing with me the problems you've faced on the way?" Jenna shifted in her seat uncomfortably before placing her hands in her lap.

"Yes yes, of course Ms Foxx" she removed her gaze from her hands to the teacher seated in front of her. "The first time it happened was when my parents told me they were getting a divorce. I remember wanting to be somewhere else at the time, somewhere happy and before I knew it I was no longer in the dining room seated with my parents under the crystallised light features. I was in the study. My father said that I must be possessed but mother, she said her sister was the same. My aunt could move things just by looking at them. Ma tells me you can help me, that you're also like me"

"That is true. We're an elite boarding school for gifted young girls just like you. You said that your parents were getting divorced, that's why your powers spiked. Our abilities become stronger in a time of crisis. Here we can help you control your powers and learn more about your kind. You'll be surrounded by others like yourself"

"My kind? I'm sorry Ms Foxx, I don't understand. What exactly am I?" so many questions reeled through the poor girls mind but this one was the most important. Cordelia gave a soft and friendly laugh before replying.

"Jenna, I know this all must sound so strange but you are a witch. There are many of us, some whom haven't been discovered yet walking freely among the public, dating all the way back to Salem. You're special Jenna, more than you know" the brunette blinked slowly in disbelief.

"A w-witch? Me?" she gulped. Cordelia nodded.

"Listen. This is not a nunnery, it's not a jail. This place is a haven where you can learn about who and what you are" she reached out her arm and grabbed Jenna's hand. "We're a dying breed Jenna. Without girls knowing of their abilities they and those around them become scared. They get locked away or worse, they're killed in terrible ways, almost unimaginable. Here you will protected from these forces of evil and we can save our kind, with your help of course" Jenna smiled lightly and slowly brought both hands back to her lap. Looking up at the headmistress she spoke softly.

"So when do I start?"