The next night at the orphanage…
The owner worked hard to be certain that everything was tidy and clean on her desk.
Her work was interrupted when there was a tap at the window above her. Without wondering why she grabbed a ladder and paced herself up the window. It was a tiny yellow bloodbat, wanting to go outside and greet her. She rolled her eyes and shook her head at the little creature. It was typical for her, even in her old age. She got down from the ladder, riffled through her many drawers and many objects until finding a key, then returned to the window and the bloodbat. She then unlocked the window and let the tiny creature inside the building.
"Why do you wizards love to enter in unexpected places? There is a thing called a door." The little old lady questioned the bat as the creature transformed into a female wizard.
"True, but where is the fun in that? Jacqueline Wildsong, Monstrologist Specialist at your service." She bowed to the old lady.
"One of Masters of Myth to graduate, I see. It has been a while since I was in contact with Wizard City, you know." The matron greeted with a bow to the young wizard, "I have long since retired from that life and chose one without magic."
"Understandable, considering…"
"Please, let's not bring up the past. I rather not remember those times." Grandmother Pipcross sighed as she needed a sip of her tea, "What is it that you want? It's about that girl and my grandson, isn't it?"
Jack sighed then looked at the woman. She knew this wasn't going to be a pretty conversation for herself or for the tiny woman before her. She knew that she was no match for the tiny woman as she was vastly stronger than her.
"Headmaster Ambrose, he wishes for me to speak with them and offer enrolment to Ravenwood." She explained, causing the woman to laugh.
"You think I would allow my children to be turned into fodder? Never again will they need to be introduced to magic, like my son and his wife."
"I understand that but-."
"There is no but! You also have no proof if they are magically inclined." She scoffed at the conjuror sighed as she knew that this was a difficult and hard thing to get passed.
Then an idea popped into her head, one that can help make things for everyone.
"Alright, how about a wager then. One where we can both benefit from without any more strife." Jack offered the woman of Pipcross as she knew it was a risky thing, one that hasn't been done in seven hundred years and it left drastic results.
"…The Wager of the Spiral, a spell that binds both wizards to abide by their agreements until their deaths. Even if the failure does not agree they are forced to abide by it, causing pain to the other." She answered then growled, "Alright, young one. Draw blood from your strongest spell and grab my hand."
Jack and Pipcross then unveiled a card each from their hand, cut their palms, and shook hands. The energy then surrounded them as did the sweet maple leaves and blossoms of cherry trees.
"By the Branches of the Grandfather Tree, the Feathers of the Grandmother Raven, and the endless web of the spiral, we invoke The Wager of the Spiral. For a trial to reveal the Heart of the Wizard and to seek the inner magic of their souls. Shall they prove wizard, they can be granted the choice of Ravenwood, shan't be and the Conjuror must flee this world, sending the message to Headmaster that no wizard may enter the world of Pipcross home ever again."
The spell was then gone as all that remained was a rainbow scar on each hand.
"Alright, let's begin the test. But you know we will need opponents." Jack sighed as she scratched the back of her head.
"Why not use the monsters that followed here? Simple, really, I was going to kill them anyway."
"R-right sounds good."
"But the minute they show no magic, I'll destroy the undead, erase their memories and banish you."
"Right… Just don't get your hopes up on that future. I've seen these kids and seen the signs."
With that, they both disappeared.