The Raven Headmistress Veronique remembered her childhood as something of a dream. She’d grown up in the upper city, an illegal orphan protected by the strength of her family’s love. She never felt as though she was any different than the other children who attended school with her, and certainly never thought that coming from the lower city was a bad thing. It was something she was very proud of, but her parents stressed that she had to keep it a secret from everyone.The Raven Headmistress7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It came as a shock to her, then, when the mysterious woman came to visit the school. Her hair was black as a ravens’ wing, her skin like milk, and her eyes were deep and dark. She moved with the sort of unconscious grace that made Veronique and the other girls feel automatically clumsy and awkward in comparison.
They called her the Raven Headmistress.
She floated up to the front of classroom, her smile kind and welcoming. She greeted everyone with a l