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Chapter 10

Lyn

Lyn was never really interested in anything at all. Not in school grades, not in making friends, not in anything. One of the few things she actually likes is reading. Books don't stare at her, point at her, or try to date her in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But now Lyn was finally interested in something, which was already counted as really rare, too bad another girl keeps on getting in her way. That Senna Choi. Seriously, unlike Lyn, that girl had fans, was in the Student Council, was good-looking, and also had pretty good grades. Could she want anything else? Now she was in the way of the only thing Lyn got interested in. Sure, Lyn doesn't mind if that girl is also interested, but honestly, couldn't she at least LEAVE the clue where it was for some certain OTHER person who's also interested to find? Does she really have that bad memory?

Luckily for her, she had something else she can do, something much more fun than walking around trying to find random clues, since someone was so amazing and didn't keep all the fun to herself.

Everything was all ready, now all she had to do was wait for the full moon, which probably won't be too long.

Lyn decided to go to the library, class had ended, now it was time for her to get a good read. There was no point doing it tonight anyway, the sky was too cloudy, and the moon's probably not full at all.

Lyn soon arrived at her destination and sat down on her usual spot with a book on her lap, thinking of all the things she was about to do the next few days. She really wasn't too big of a fan of rule-breaking, but did they give her any choice? If she didn't do it, then she might have died of boredom in this place, not that anybody would care.

Still, though, she wasn't sure if she was doing the right thing, it disturbed her from not registering, most people like her do, but what else could she do? What she was doing was secret, after all. And nobody would care or want to know what Ashlyn Vasher was doing in her free time anyway, not even the closest person she had, though she wouldn't call the relationship between her and her father close.

Lyn was born without a mother and with a father who doesn't even care about her, a muggle, he is. She had grown up around mean people and had just learned to be double the times meaner than everybody else. And a whole lot of help her father had given. He never cared where his daughter is or what she's doing, he never said anything when Lyn didn't turn up for dinner one night, by the time Lyn had returned, her father was already asleep.

The one and only thing she had ever learned from her father was to never trust anyone. Lies, that's how the world is like, Lyn. Don't trust anybody, trust itself is a curse, trust someone, you will end up just like me. Those were her father's words, crisp and clear in her head, the only thing he ever taught her.

She had learned how to take care of herself at a very young age. How to clean her clothes, cook, although she wasn't sure if it was normal for a five-ish year old girl to know how to cook, how to give death stares at other children who come too close to her, and how to make sure her father doesn't randomly forget her. Muggles in her neighborhood wasn't a clump of roses and sunflowers either, they hate her just because she was that 'odious man's' daughter. They keep staring at her and tell their kids not to go near her, and they thought she never noticed? Stupid, brainless, slugs.

Lyn wouldn't have any dislike for muggles if all of the ones she knew hates her, even her muggle mother, who she never even got to meet and who literally left the second right after Lyn was born, and simply disappeared, never knowing that her daughter turned out to be a witch, never caring.

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Darkness took over the sky outside, cloudless, ominous, the college was unusually quiet, an eerie feeling creeping up the halls.

A girl sat by the windowsill of her room, the clicking sound of fingernails tapping on smooth, cold, stone. She had everything she needed for what's coming, now all she had to do was wait.

How funny was it that she never seemed to need any sleep? To most people, the night was quiet, dark, and bland, so what could possibly happen there? Wouldn't it be more fun to spend their time in the day?

How very wrong they are.

The night was full of spirit, full of things that people never dreamed of, some pleasant, some quite the opposite. They say nothing could happen at night? Well, then anything could happen at night.

A ghostly gleam appeared in the night sky, casting a glow on the girl's caramel brown hair, making it appear lighter than usual. Over on the horizon, a full moon had risen.

And it meant only one thing.

The girl stood up, a thin smile flickered on Lyn's face.

No more waiting, it's time for fun.