The Life of a Witch
Something magical is about to happen
“Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.”
I know I ask a lot of questions and all. But, why the hell can't I keep my mouth shut? Like I've said before, my brain must not be connected to my mouth! Which you know, really sucks because you never know when you're going to say something completely embarrassing in front of the hottest guy you've ever seen! I really suck. I do. I should really kill myself for blurting 'wow' in front of Penelope, Gabriel and the hot guy who's staring at me wide eyed.
And okay – Penelope and Gabriel didn't seem to have registered what I blurted out. Which I am so grateful. But the other guy, whatever his name is, definitely heard me. Oh he totally heard me because, as soon as I opened my trap, his luscious lips fell wide open in shock. Hopefully, he doesn't know that I blurted out that 'wow' because of his hotness. Well, obviously he didn't. I don't think he's that cocky to think he's THAT good looking, which he is, but that's not the point. The point is, hopefully he thought I said 'wow' because I have a speaking problem or suffer from retardation or whatever.
Actually no no no! I don't want the hot guy to think I'm retarded or whatever. That would be very bad. Very bad indeed. Crap. I'm in big trouble, aren't I? I'm so going to die if he thinks I like him which I don't. I just think he's hot. Big deal. There's nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all. And, if he comes up to me and claims that he knows I like him, I'll just laugh in his face and say I actually like Gabriel. Ew. Scratch that. That's just too disgusting.
“Sabrina!” Gabriel stands up and holds out his hand politely. I slowly walk towards him and take his hand. “It's a pleasure to meet you!” he exclaims. “Finally.” Gabriel adds and grins at Penelope who rolls her eyes and sits down gracefully on a chair beside the hot guy.
“Likewise, sir,” I greet him with a shy smile. Gabriel sits down and gestures for me to sit down. Oh God. Is this an interview? Penelope did not say anything about an interview! Crap.
“I'm Gabriel Mason,” he introduces himself. “I teach History of Magic, Literature and Arithmancy,” he says. Um. Arithmancy? What? I glanced at Penelope for help but she stared straight ahead. Oh great. Now, she decides to switch off her damn telepathy. “And this is, Michael Thompson,” he gestures to Michael, who by the way, was still gazing at me. “He's in his sixth year so if you need any help at all, don't hesitate to talk to him,” Gabriel says. I gulp and nod nervously. There was no way I was going to talk to this Michael guy. Ever.
“Now. What are you're powers Sabrina?” he questions his fingers on a piece of paper.
“Um,” I muttered slightly overwhelmed. “Hypnosis, Telekinesis, Molecular Combustion. And...Projection,” I reply shaking. Without a pen, writing magically appears on the paper. That is so cool! I mean, you won't be able to get tired of writing! Ever. I am so going to learn that.
“Impressive,” Gabriel notes. “So, can you use your projection power?” he asks excitedly and I flinch. So, this IS an interview. I am so dead. So so dead.
“Uh. I can't exactly control it,” I explain desperately. “I only did it once,” I add and he nods in understanding. God, I'm so going to kill Penelope. I mean, Ms Williams. How could she do this to me? I thought we could trust each other or at least tell each other everything!
“Don't worry about it, Sabrina,” Gabriel, I mean, Mr. Mason assures me. “Projection is difficult to control...” he claims and I sigh in relief. “How about your telekinesis power?” he asks. Oh crap. How can I do this with people staring at me? This is so messed up. I mean, even Michael looks interested. Which you know, is kind of flattering that he's interested.
“Try moving that vase,” Penelope suggests kindly. I nod once and concentrate on the vase. I was gripping the armrest of my chair hard, I could feel sweat on my forehead which was slightly embarrassing because, hello, there was a hot God in the same room as me. I exhaled and shook my head exasperatedly. “I can't do it,” I wailed childishly. Embarrassingly enough.
“Try to relax,” a voice says. A voice so deep. A voice of an Angel. Michael's voice. It was the first time he had said anything. In front of me, I mean. It shocked me that his voice was gentle yet so persuasive, which was really hot.
I took another deep breath and concentrated on the vase again but not as harder as before. Five silent seconds went past and Gabriel opened his mouth to stop me. But the vase finally moved across the table. Finally. God! “I did it!” I shouted and Penelope and Gabriel laughed. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Michael smirking to himself. My heart skipped a beat. God, I hope he wasn't laughing at me or anything. Or maybe he thought I was amusing...
“Very impressive, Sabrina!” Gabriel praises and I smile modestly. “Michael? What do you think?” Gabriel asks, his eyes on me. Michael stares at Gabriel for a second and shoots me another frustrated look. Man, what is it with this guy? Did I do something to him?
“Uh. I think...” Michael coughs uncomfortably. “Um...Mr. Mason?” he says.
“Yes?” Gabriel says confused. I knew it! Michael doesn't like me and wants me out the academy. That's it. But, why? I've hardly said two words to him. None actually.
“I can't read her mind, sir.”
I stared at Michael. He was staring at Gabriel, I mean Mr. Mason, impassively. Michael can read minds? Like, Penelope? I mean, Ms Williams? But, I don't understand. Penelope can read my mind, so why can't Michael read mine? I so knew there was something wrong with me unless there is something wrong with Michael. Which of course, there isn't. He's perfect.
Gabriel seemed shocked as well as Penelope who was staring at Gabriel with an expression of horror. I don't know why they're so freaked out. I'm actually pretty happy Michael can't read my mind. Can you imagine how embarrassing that would be? Him knowing I think he's hot.
Penelope, shaking, walks over to Gabriel and starts to whisper...loudly into Gabriel's ear. Leaving me staring at my shoes ignoring Michael's gaze on me. Okay, this is whole lot of crap. I mean, why can't he just take a picture? I'm sure it will last longer plus I won't get uncomfortable that a hot handsome guy like Michael is gazing at a freak like me. And, what's up with Mr. Mason and Ms Williams? Dude, I can so hear them. Besides, it doesn't take a genius to figure out they're totally talking about me. This is really annoying. I really wanted to scream, 'Hello! I can totally hear you!' Of course, I didn't so I had to satisfy myself by saying it in my head where no can hear except Penelope, of course.
I hear an intake of breaths and quickly look up at Mr. Mason and Ms Williams were staring down at me in shock? Um. Did I do something? “You heard that, right?” Mr. Mason asks Penelope nods slowly. What are they talking about? What did they hear? I look at Michael to see how he was taking it and he looked just as confused as me. This is so weird. And, wow. Who knew witches and wizards could be so weird and freaky. I just insulted myself. Great.