Prologue
Psycheytra (siykeeyetra) sat in her room fuming. Her relationship with her parents had never been okay, her parents favored her older siblings and baby twin sisters over her, gave her the smallest room in the house, down in the cold basement, and never acknowledged that she was different than the rest of her family. Psyche had never done well in school, and her siblings were as smart as they come. She could never live up to them. Earlier that morning a letter came through their letter box addressed in emerald as such;
Psycheytra Barrow
The Smallest Bedroom in the House
The Basement
7704 Montana Ave.
Salem, OR.
It was addressed to her exactly. Who could know such things about her? As she opened she could fell her heart pounding in her throat, and her stomach threatening to do the same. The paper ripped slowly. She pulled the thick parchment out, and she unfolded it carefully. Her Green eyes skimmed the paper eagerly.
KELEIHL SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Randy O'Malley
(Order of Merlin, First Class)
Dear Ms. Barrow,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Keleihl School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. Trains can be taken from any Irish Depot. We await your owl by no later that July 31. Yours sincerely, Caitlinn O'Neill Deputy headmistress
Psyche's mind suddenly filled to the brim with questions. What was this letter talking about. Witchcraft? Wizardry? Await my owl? She couldn't comprehend what it said her mind was running so fast. "MOM! DAD! COME HERE!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, and her parents came running. "Psycheytra are you all right, why are you screaming like a banshee?" Asked her father in a concerned voice. "Look what came in the mail for me! I've been accepted to some special school in Ireland." She explained.
As her daughter told her this Lieyella Weasley Barrow, Psyche's mother, felt her face light up. Her daughter who barely passed the last school year had been accepted to a private school, in Ireland none the less. Lieyella had been waiting all her life for this. "What school honey?"
"Keleihl School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! Can I go?" Psyche said smiling brightly. Her parent's faces quickly dropped.
"No. There is no way you are going. Not to that confound school! I will not tolerate a witch in my family. It was enough growing up with them" Growled Lieyella.
"What?" Psyche exclaimed.
"My mother is a witch, and my father is a wizard, and all of my siblings went to Keleihl! I remember the summer we expected my letter to come, and it never did, but that is okay because I know now that my family is just a group of abnormal mutations! Your Father agrees. We will not allow you to go to that school while you are living under our roof. That is Final."
"I have never been smart at math and geography, and you have always treated me like an idiot slave. I finally get an opportunity to do something I might be good at and you won't let me! So I won't live under your roof!" She screamed in fury. Psyche didn't know where she would go or what she would do, but she was sure she could think of something. Then she stormed off to her room and started packing all of her belongings into a large backpack and a duffel bag on wheels.
She packed her clothes, mainly consisting of black pants and black skirts, comfy tees, and worn in jeans at the bottom of her bag.. She put all of her toiletries in a bag, her jewelry in another, and a picture of her dog on top of the clothes. She then put in a blanket with fish on it, her travel pillow, and her stuffed lizard on the top. She zipped it up hastily. Suddenly she rushed to her laptop, and booked tickets to Ireland, emptying her bank account in the process.
Picking up the backpack Psyche unplugged the laptop, slipped it into a fleece bag with some cords, and put it in the backpack. She shoved in a notebook, and a pencil pouch full of pens, pencils, markers, and lip gloss.
Changing out of her pajamas, Psyche threw on a pair of black pants, a dolphin tee-shirt, and some white running shoes. She slipped on a grey sweatshirt, pulled on her backpack, and ran up the stairs and out the door before her parents knew what was happening.
Psycheytra (siykeeyetra) sat in her room fuming. Her relationship with her parents had never been okay, her parents favored her older siblings and baby twin sisters over her, gave her the smallest room in the house, down in the cold basement, and never acknowledged that she was different than the rest of her family. Psyche had never done well in school, and her siblings were as smart as they come. She could never live up to them. Earlier that morning a letter came through their letter box addressed in emerald as such;
Psycheytra Barrow
The Smallest Bedroom in the House
The Basement
7704 Montana Ave.
Salem, OR.
It was addressed to her exactly. Who could know such things about her? As she opened she could fell her heart pounding in her throat, and her stomach threatening to do the same. The paper ripped slowly. She pulled the thick parchment out, and she unfolded it carefully. Her Green eyes skimmed the paper eagerly.
KELEIHL SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Randy O'Malley
(Order of Merlin, First Class)
Dear Ms. Barrow,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Keleihl School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. Trains can be taken from any Irish Depot. We await your owl by no later that July 31. Yours sincerely, Caitlinn O'Neill Deputy headmistress
Psyche's mind suddenly filled to the brim with questions. What was this letter talking about. Witchcraft? Wizardry? Await my owl? She couldn't comprehend what it said her mind was running so fast. "MOM! DAD! COME HERE!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, and her parents came running. "Psycheytra are you all right, why are you screaming like a banshee?" Asked her father in a concerned voice. "Look what came in the mail for me! I've been accepted to some special school in Ireland." She explained.
As her daughter told her this Lieyella Weasley Barrow, Psyche's mother, felt her face light up. Her daughter who barely passed the last school year had been accepted to a private school, in Ireland none the less. Lieyella had been waiting all her life for this. "What school honey?"
"Keleihl School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! Can I go?" Psyche said smiling brightly. Her parent's faces quickly dropped.
"No. There is no way you are going. Not to that confound school! I will not tolerate a witch in my family. It was enough growing up with them" Growled Lieyella.
"What?" Psyche exclaimed.
"My mother is a witch, and my father is a wizard, and all of my siblings went to Keleihl! I remember the summer we expected my letter to come, and it never did, but that is okay because I know now that my family is just a group of abnormal mutations! Your Father agrees. We will not allow you to go to that school while you are living under our roof. That is Final."
"I have never been smart at math and geography, and you have always treated me like an idiot slave. I finally get an opportunity to do something I might be good at and you won't let me! So I won't live under your roof!" She screamed in fury. Psyche didn't know where she would go or what she would do, but she was sure she could think of something. Then she stormed off to her room and started packing all of her belongings into a large backpack and a duffel bag on wheels.
She packed her clothes, mainly consisting of black pants and black skirts, comfy tees, and worn in jeans at the bottom of her bag.. She put all of her toiletries in a bag, her jewelry in another, and a picture of her dog on top of the clothes. She then put in a blanket with fish on it, her travel pillow, and her stuffed lizard on the top. She zipped it up hastily. Suddenly she rushed to her laptop, and booked tickets to Ireland, emptying her bank account in the process.
Picking up the backpack Psyche unplugged the laptop, slipped it into a fleece bag with some cords, and put it in the backpack. She shoved in a notebook, and a pencil pouch full of pens, pencils, markers, and lip gloss.
Changing out of her pajamas, Psyche threw on a pair of black pants, a dolphin tee-shirt, and some white running shoes. She slipped on a grey sweatshirt, pulled on her backpack, and ran up the stairs and out the door before her parents knew what was happening.