The Mysterious Witch Myra Banks

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     “Don’t make friends who are comfortable to be with. Make friends who will force you to lever yourself up.” 

– Thomas J. Watson

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As I was sitting on the lush bed of our small yet cosy and warm dorm room, I could not help but wonder whether all of this was still a dream. I know my foster parents won't come looking for me as they had been trying to get rid of me for days. Who would have believed if I told them I was in a school for supernaturals?

According to Felicity she was a water fairy. She was a bit shy to show her wings and promised me to show it the next time. Her sister was also in this school and was one of the 'angels'. Fiona was her name and she was the President of the drama club. Felicity was a bit reluctant at first but then became immensely comfortable with me. We chatted for hours about her family and my experiences in foster care. Her mother and father were both members of the Fairy Council and they hardly had free time.

Felicity handed me my time table,books and uniform. She said everything in this school was provided for as this is a heavily funded elite school for extraordinary supernaturals. I was a bit proud to be a part of such an institute and pinched myself again to see if I was dreaming.

I was late for class the next day. Felicity was nowhere to be found when I woke up in the morning which left me rather flustered. So when I entered my scheduled class after being lost for five times, heads turned and the teacher glanced at me with a bored yet disgusted look. However, she motioned me to enter and soon I took a seat in one of the first rows.

A huge conch shaped sign was drawn on the board. I realized this was a wizardry class and that was a rune through the minor knowledge I gained by surfing through the books yesterday till late.

Apparently it was for levitating objects. The teacher asked as to place one of our belonging on the desk infront of us and try drawing the ruin on the air above it.

To no ones surprise, I failed to levitate the pen even after three tries while many others had objects floating infront of them. I still could not believe I really had witch powers to be frank. I heard a loud snort followed by a faint laughter behind me and turned to face the person who dared laugh at my incompetence.

It seemed like he was one of the genius witches as he had a book floating on the air moving in circles following the motion of his fingers. And though he was rather good looking with his green eyes and brown hair, I was determined not to be intimidated. Giving him an offened look, I ignored him all together and focused on my pen.

'You know I can help you with it, but I don't do favours free of cost.' He chirped. 'You seem new, tell me your name and I will help you out.' Haw, you wish. I was not going to fall for his antics.

'Try closing you eyes before drawing the rune. Focus your concentration on your spirit.' He finally confided.

And despite I was hell bend to ignore him, I tried to follow his advice but to no avail. I turned and looked at him and he motioned me to continue trying.

It was on my seventh attempt that I finally agained success. My pen was beautifully floating on the air. And I was really happy with it. I would have hugged and thanked him in my joy but when I turned, he was nowhere to be found.