Looking back, I guess my story was like any other cliché story. A teenager with a twin who falls for the school's bad boy, who's actually a big softie but don't tell him I told you that. The only difference is I'm a witch. No, not the green-faced witches who have boils all over the face and lives in a cottage in the middle of the forest with a cat. In fact, I would like to say I'm somewhat good-looking. Well, ok, I'm average. But my fake self-confidence makes up for it.
Back to the point, I'm a witch with powers that could destroy everyone around me, or so I thought. I never really stopped to consider what it could do to me.
This is the story of me, Iris Evans.
The irony, that the golden bird cage was a reflection of herself- a worthy possession of her dammed soul. Literally.
sirius black x fem!oc
A/n 2024- i wrote this story in 2021 and I never finished it ( the epilogue in a sense makes the story complete without being compleated if that makes sence) however, im quite proud of my fourteen/fifteen year old self for the quality of writing that I managed to pull off. So hear I am four whole years later publishing what I wrote.