Mandatum374

In a blue of frost and sky it shone— a bright banner of light, sharply cleaving the clouds. Its brilliant arc tumbled across the land, revealing the snowy hillside of Normalton Academy. Dark and still not shorn of shadow, the school for warlocks and witches stood. Appearing to judge Yvette, seeming to scold her. [EMOTE] [EMOTE] The girl looked up, her normally kind face scolding the academy right back.  Her blue eyes strayed to the building’s turrets, eaves and chimneys.  Last April, she had sneaked from her parents’ farmhouse and spent one glorious hour exploring the entire rooftop and central tower. A moonless night and a rooftop posed no obstacles for an eager witchling and her yew broom. Yvette tried to identify which of the four stone gargoyles at the tower’s point had finally chased her halfway back home. Back in the present, she scouted, calm and focused, primly sitting as the car rumbled up the hill— with Yvette’s mom as both driver