" Alright, we are here." She declared after the car stopped close to a small cottage house in the woods.
I was a little wary and unsettled because we stopped in the wood. And I guess I looked the part because she paused, patted my shoulder, and said, " Common, let's go. It's not a trap or anything like that." With her words, I felt a bit reassured because I had instances where people would pull pranks on me in high school, and it would be a trap. They would take me to a house full of werewolves where they would torment until I managed to escape or until someone came to my rescue. It happened twice before my mother decided that I needed to learn a teleportation spell and that I would have to report my every moment to both my mom and sister.
So ever since these encounters, I had been war
