༻ 𝐃 𝐄 𝐒 𝐈 𝐑 𝐄 𝐒 ༺

❥ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐭 𝐜 𝐡 𝐜 𝐫 𝐚 𝐟 𝐭

I was stood outside the Miss Robichaux's Academy, my bag in hand, watching the gate open by itself. All this magic, witches stuff still amazes me. The thought of me even being a witch blows my mind. As I walked up the few stairs, to get to the front door, I realise the door is slightly open. So I gently open it to walk inside. The door slamming shut behind me which makes me quickly turn around to stare at the door.

"Hello?" I say.

A few sounds come from various of places but I can't figure out where. I place my bag on the floor and begin to walk through some of the rooms until I see two people in masks and cloaks on walking down from the grand staircase in front of me. I go to turn around but I see another one of these strange people with masks and cloaks. I scream until I felt a sack go over my head and all I could see is pure darkness. They pin me to a table and I try to get out of the grasp but they are much stronger than me. Suddenly, they pull the sack off my head and I'm met with the person with the dark red mask on but this time she has a knife

"Secure the sacrifice!" One of the people said.

The hood is pulled off my head. The room is lit with candles. I'm pinned to the table by the two beefiest masked girls. The third girl looms over her with a butcher knife.

"O dark father, we offer this flesh up to you, blood, life, and all!"

She's about to plunge the knife downward towards me before I said, "Get the hell off me!"

The girls move away and one of them takes off their masks. One was Madison Montgomery, a famous movie star.

"Jesus! Relax, Sabrina! We were just messing with you." Madison said.

"Holy shit...are you..?" I said to her.

"Yes. Madison Montgomery. Movie star."

Another girl takes off their mask and says, "Movie star? Shit. When's the last time you made a movie, girl?"

"When's the last time you said no to a pork chop?" Madison replied.

"Bitch, only reason you're still famous is because you keep flashing that crotch on TMZ."

The last mask comes off and the girl says, "We're not really going to kill you. I'm Nan. Hi."

"Katerina," I replied.

"Queenie"

"So bored now," Madison announces to us.

"So is this...everyone?" I ask them

Then a woman, maybe in her thirties appears in the doorway and says, "Cordelia Foxx. Head Mistress," She then looks at the three witches and says, "All right, girls. There's a van full of groceries in the driveway that needs unloading. I'll show Katerina to her room, then we meet for Mid- Day Gathering. Let's go."

As the girls shuffle out past Cordelia

"Miss Robichaux's Academy For Exceptional Young Ladies was established as a premiere girls' finishing school in 1790."

Me, Cordelia and a man, which seemed like a butler, were walking up the stairs as Cordelia showed me around the school. The man followed behind us carry my bags.

"During the Civil War, it was converted into a military hospital. Afterwards, it came under new management. Our management. In 1868, Marianne Wharton, a prominent East Coast society matron, early suffragette, author of several popular children's books...A daguerreotype of Marianne Wharton, circa 1860's...and, as it happened, the reigning Supreme of that time -- purchased this facility, retaining the name as a cover, establishing a safe haven where young witches could gather to learn," Cordelia informs me.