Witch Hazel Academy

Chapter Six New Found Confidence

Chapter Six

            I admit I was surprised I made it through the door and didn’t incinerate. Once inside my jaw dropped as I inhaled the beauty of the room. It was impossible! They’d somehow designed my perfect bedroom!

            Perfectly polished light wood floors with similar colored furniture: a dresser with a vanity mirror behind it, a tall closet with two full length mirrors attached, and a small nightstand by the bed. The beautiful bed! It had many layers of white fluffy covers the color of snow. The frame was similar to a princess bed, made of the purest gold color. The walls were pale blue with white paisley on one full wall and as trim on the other three walls.

            Someone wanted to go to their room and pushed me forward. My knees met the wood flooring; I smelled as I inhaled pine. Yes, I was definitely a freak.

            It was all nice, but where would Moose stay? I turned my head to the wall to my left where a tiny gold door handle was: what was that too? I got up and strode over to the handle and twist it towards me.

            Again, I was in awe. It opened to a giant space for Moose. Everything matched my bedroom: blue and gold. Good thing Moose wasn’t that masculine.

            “Thank goodness you found me!” Moose launched himself onto me. I smiled; I missed this little British brat!

            “You know you have a voice now, you could’ve just yelled for me.” I told the sugar glider, he smiled bashfully; did he blush? Before he responded something slid under the door and hit the back of my Jack Purcell’s.

            “Oooh we got mail!” I rolled my eyes as I bent over to pick up the thick manila envelope. There was a red seal that sealed the envelope. I slide my thumb under the left corner and broke the seal.

            “Dear Student body,

            Due to the unfortunate event of a fallen student there will be a Dark Ritual at precisely nightfall in the East Wood this Sunday. Please, know that this is for our former Witch: Jenny Caroline. Act selfishly and think selfish prayers during this time and fell Jenny Caroline in your hearts. Also, know that any time you leave campus to use the buddy system.

            On another note, dinner will be held an hour earlier: 4:30 due to a special guest that will be joining our Academy. Please, show Witch Hazel Academy hospitality in making this Witch feel welcome to a new school.

                                                Blessed Be,

                                                                        Claudine Raven”

            My stomach dropped. Why would the headmistresses put it in the announcements that I was new? Was she planning on making it a big deal? How many students went to WHA? Maybe, I don’t want to eat dinner tonight.

            “Dowsers, what a name: Claudine Raven. Hah!” Moose exclaimed, he must’ve already read the letter. I pursed my lips, what would I even wear to a dinner? My first dinner at WHA and everyone knew someone was new.

            “Everyone will be expecting someone new! Ugh, I wanted to blend it!”

Before I could interject my inner monologue Moose said: “Actually, you didn’t.” I gave him “the look,” he shrugged his small shoulders. I sighed, he was right though, I had wanted to start new and fresh as the person I hadn’t been able to be in Florida.

So what would the new me wear to such an event where everyone would be watching me? Something black and form fitting, unless that was too obvious, then no. I walked over to my closet and saw that everything I owed was already placed inside: sweet.

Dinner was in a two hours but I knew how time had a way about flying. I should take a shower; Claudine told me every room had their own bathrooms. Which was such a relief, I hated going to the bathroom with someone listening. Sure enough, a door appeared and when I turned the knob a bathroom appeared.  It was beach themed, although a little tacky it was calm and peaceful.

            After the shower (and blow drying my hair) I had a little over an hour to get ready. Still in my towel, I went through everything I owned. I rummaged through my closet and my dresser and ended up playing 80’s Rock while dancing in my towel. I was glad I was on the top floor so no one could see me acting ridiculous. Well, except for Moose but he’d seen me do weird-er things.

            Twelve minutes and twenty-seven seconds before dinner I was ready. I was wearing a dark purple tunic that flared out at my knees and tight around my waist making it look uber tiny. I wore black ballerina flats and braided my wild hair in a French braid.

            “You should wear your moms necklace: the Gullvieg necklace.” I gasped, not because my sugar glider was talking to me, but because it had managed to slip my mind completely! I brought the old thing out: it was an amber oval passed down from the very first Gullvieg Witch, on the back of the amber were Celtic symbols I never could translate: they were simply too old. I put it on: it hung in between my cleavage. The only thing that showed was the thick gold chord around my neck. I looked at my reflection and smiled; usually I wore dark colors and many layers to try and hide from everyone. Not now, since I found out I’m a Witch I’ve been more confident.

            As I walk out the door I think about this; maybe being a Witch isn’t too bad.