Smellcolours Stories

Smoke flows in through my nose. I choke, my hacking growing more and more desperate. I make a desperate decision, fueled by adrenaline. My thoughts are hazy. Every part...

hey. I'm Isolt. And I go to Ilvermorny school of witch-craft and wizardry, until five minutes ago when I just called to the headmasters office to be expelled - what for...