A/N: Well, as you can tell, that was the first entry. I suppose you can guess the ending… Or can you? Was that really the end? This is my first story on here, and I hope you like it. Please review! Just to warn you, this chapter is set before the last. It will make sense later on, promise!
"Mum, I'm going out!" I ran down the stairs and reached for the door handle. I jumped back as it shot a jolt through me.
Sighing, I poked my head round the door frame of the living room to find my mother absorbed in a book. As I stepped into the room, she turned her head to face me, he eyebrows raised.
"Are you?" She said softly. A gentle smile was tugging on her lips.
My mum is stunning. She doesn't think so, but she is. Long brown hair which her husband, Hunter, has persuaded her to grow again, deep hazel eyes which hold so many secrets. She's tall and elegant, and a witch.
The power she has is relevant even in her doing the simplest of movements. Even when she stands up, it seems to spin off her. Power is a wonderful thing when in the right hands, and as she laid down her book and stood up to meet my eye, I knew hers were probably the best hands for it to be in.
"Please can I go out Mum?" I strained my voice and put on a desperate face. She laughed at me.
"There's no point trying that and you know it. That doesn't work on me."
"Well, can you let me go out anyway?" I asked, trying again.
"Not until your room is done and you've finished writing up that spell."
I groaned.
"Mum, I like Spellcraft, but I don't like writing my spells up."
The smile on her lips widened.
"I know. But, Moria, that's part of it. So if you're going to be successful, you need to write up your spells. Go."
I groaned again.
"Mum, can you just let me off this once?"
"Funny," Her eyes glistened, "Where have a heard that one before?"
She shook her head.
"No, Moria. Not this time. Please go upstairs and do it now. It will only take you a few minutes."
"But Mum –"
"But Mum nothing." She cut me short and sat back down, picking up her book; her symbol the discussion was over. "Go upstairs now, and if you're quick you'll make it in time."
"I won't."
"You will if I give you a lift."
Her compromise.
I shrugged.
"Fair is foul and foul is fair…" I muttered to myself as I trudged up the stairs.