by Wayward Daughter Tue 10 Nov 2009 - 19:58
Sara was upstairs in her room, packing her case for tomorrow. She'd be leaving then: on the 1st of September, her 12th birthday. Going away, to school. Witch school. She laughed. All those years, she'd had no idea. She'd believed her mother when she said that her flickering appearance was normal, just something genetic. She had known that her ex-husband was a wizard. Turned out, she made a habit of dating wizards, afterwards.
She glanced around, checking there was nothing left behind. She pulled out her new wand from her pocket, running her slim fingers over the oak. She was ready. Ready to join her world.