The Leaders Society

☆FELCITY★

4TH SEPTEMBER 1997

I couldn't believe that the group were actually thinking of following rhat stupid book's instructions, for all we know "curse on the leaders" could mean something entirely different.

I had gotten another letter from mum that morning at breakfast, basically another add for 'connected'. Felix had stopped openeing mums letters years ago, he hated how every one of them was laced with guilt and persuasion.

As we gathered in the common room, the weight of the ancient book in my hands felt both intriguing and burdensome. The revelation about 'The Leaders Society' and its ties to powerful ancient witches and warlocks had left me skeptical. Lena, however, seemed hopeful, her eyes reflecting a mixture of excitement and apprehension.

"Lena, you can't seriously believe that joining some ancient society will break this curse," I began, my tone edged with doubt.

Lena, holding onto a glimmer of optimism, replied, "Felicity, I know it sounds unbelievable, but what if there's a chance it might work? We're desperate, and this is all we have."

I sighed, I knew she could she could recognise the fear in my eyes.
"Felicity, the only reason you're scared is because you think it might prove your mother's point about everything. We can't base our decisions on irrational fears."

"Felix," I called to my twin, seeking an ally in this debate. "Tell Lena this is nonsense. We can't be entertaining these wild ideas."

Felix, leaning against a bookshelf, chimed in, "Felicity's right. Lena, joining some ancient society based on a book we found in a dusty library is a long shot. We need to think more practically."

As Lena absorbed our skepticism, she admitted, "I'm scared, okay? Scared that if we don't try everything, we might be missing the one thing that could save us."

Frustration tinged my voice as I retorted, "Lena, we need a plan grounded in reality, not fairy tales. We can't let fear dictate our decisions."

Despite our reservations, Felix took it upon himself to share our findings with the group, his animated expressions and theatrical gestures capturing everyone's attention.

"Listen up, everyone!" Felix exclaimed, holding the ancient book like a prop. "I don't think this will work. I really don't. But if we give it a longer observation we could find something true. I'm not saying it's our golden ticket, but maybe it's worth a shot?"

The room fell into a contemplative silence. Adam exchanged a look with Ben, uncertainty lingering in their expressions. Owen, Perry, and Alice seemed willing to explore any avenue, while I struggled with the idea of embracing what felt like a fantastical solution.

In the midst of our debate, Lena's voice cut through the tension. "Maybe we should at least consider it. We can't let fear blind us to potential solutions."

The conversation continued, with each of us expressing our doubts, hopes, and fears. As Felix, torn between our skepticism and Lena's hope, passionately argued for exploring the ritual outlined in the book, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that we were teetering on the cold edge of the unknown.

Later that day, as Perry and I lingered in the Witch Familiars Room, a professor barged in, searching for members of the 'Leaders Dorm.' With Lena, Felix, Owen, and the others scattered across Bruxeria, Perry and I found ourselves the reluctant ambassadors of our elusive group.

The professor, a stern figure with a pointed hat, fixed us with a gaze that demanded answers. "Where are the members of the Leaders Dorm? There's an urgent matter that requires their attention."

Perry, always quick-witted, responded, "They're not here. What's the urgency?"

The professor, eying our familiars—my sleek fox and Perry's small lizard—seemed momentarily distracted. "It's a matter concerning a certain curse, and we believe they might have information that could help."

As Perry and I exchanged glances, a silent understanding passed between us. We had stumbled upon something bigger than our dorm room's mysterious curse.

"We'll find them for you, Professor," I assured, a newfound determination settling in.

As we ventured through the magical corridors of Bruxeria, searching for our dormmates, Perry couldn't resist teasing about my familiar. "So, a fox, Felicity? A bit cliché, don't you think?"

I rolled my eyes. "Cliché or not, Sable has a knack for getting into places he shouldn't. Quite useful when you need to eavesdrop."

Perry chuckled, her lizard perched comfortably on her shoulder. "Well, Oliver here might not be as sly as a fox, but he's resourceful in his own way. Plus, he's an excellent listener."

As we continued our search, Perry couldn't resist delving into the topic of familiars. "What made you choose a fox, anyway?"

I shrugged, recalling the day I bonded with Sable. "It just felt right. There was a connection, a sense of understanding. Like he chose me as much as I chose him."

Perry nodded, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Oliver and I have a similar understanding. It's like he can sense my emotions, and he's always there when I need a companion."

Our familiars, though different in species, shared a camaraderie of their own. Sable and Oliver, weaving through the magical aura of Bruxeria, became silent witnesses to our conversations.

As we finally located our dormmates, the urgency of the professor's message hung in the air. The mysterious curse that had brought us together now seemed to extend beyond our dorm room, entwining us in a larger tapestry of mystical challenges.