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CHAPTER ONE-BASIC BITCH
Broody Watkins had trademark long, silver blonde hair, which he refused to cut, and he usually wore it flowing free or in one long braid down his back. Or occasionally two braids. He was so flawlessly gorgeous that his sister Shady—who was as dark in coloring as he himself was light—teased him that he looked like a girl.
“First of all, I would hardly expect such a sexist remark from YOU, little sister,” Broody demurred. “And I also doubt that any female could grow this much facial hair!” Broody was referring to the perpetually present and expertly groomed five o’clock shadow that he usually sported. “And anyway, you KNOW how I roll, so—” he added without bothering to finish the sentence.
It had always been true that he and his sister, Shady, even though they weren’t twins, had always been so close that they often finished each other’s sentences.
Broody had never been one to have a gender preference when it came to hookups, and it was hard for him to comprehend why anyone would.
Why limit oneself to just one sex, he reasoned, after all, “love was love” was it not?
They were sitting on the massive marble steps up to the Administration Center building of Pitchfork Prep Academy, checking out both the new arrivals and waving at the returning students. As sophomores, they were feeling slightly superior to newer students, having a year’s worth of intensive magical studies under their belt.
With the Watkins siblings, as always, was Luca, the best friend to both Broody and Shady, and Shady’s ex-boyfriend. He, too, was scoping out the arrivals, and he gave an exclamation of surprise and sat up straighter, his interest piqued, when he glimpsed a low white limousine pull alongside the curb in front of them.
“Well look, I believe we have a celebrity arrival— Who in hell takes a limo to school on Registration Day?”
Before either of the Watkins siblings could muster up a reply, the long side door of the limo slid open and a female figure emerged seamlessly from within the dark interior. She was undeniably pretty, with a broad face and a full head of wavy, blonde hair. Oddly enough, she was wearing a white dress so tight that her curvaceous body shape was immediately evident.
“My GOD,” Luca breathed. “Her dress is so tight I can see the outline of her womb! And I think I can even make out her fallopian tubes!” he added.
“Guys, I think I’m in LOVE!” he added sardonically.
“She looks like a swan in the middle of a conspiracy of ravens!” Broody added, referring to one of the proper terms for a flock of ravens.
Shady peered at the newcomer, her brow slightly buckled. She too was amazed at the girl’s wardrobe choice. Nearly everyone who’d arrived that day, filling up the campus grounds, had worn the traditional black school attire and most of them also had on the short, black capelet worn during the day time on campus, causing the campus to become a sea of darkly garbedindividuals, the only occasional bright spots of color provided by their caps and an occasional scarf.
Despite his sarcasm, Broody found himself intrigued by the blonde, and was aware of a reaction in his loins as he focused on the girl’s generous thighs. He found himself wondering about what was at the top of those well-muscled thighs, between them and beneath her too short skirt.
“She’s probably just a basic bitch trying to be something different,” he murmured aloud, trying to throw the others off that he was the least bit interested in her.
But inwardly he knew that he was VERY interested. At least his cock was, and he had always found that to be a promising sign.
Professor Dorcas was one of the most beloved Professors at Pitchfork Preparatory Academy, mostly because of his devotion to his many students. He was determined that all of them each Semester would pass Advanced Practical Spells, and worked tirelessly tutoring any student having difficulty.
As a result, all of them did pass, even if some of them only passed by the skin of their teeth.
As popular as he was, he had never quite lived down, even after fifteen years of teaching at Pitchfork Prep, an infamous magical gaffe that had occurred on his watch.
The student had been Xavier Bigley, of the New England Bigley witch dynasty, and when an Ascendo Spell the Professor had somehow bungled pinned the heir to the Whisper Wand fortune to the cathedral ceiling for over three hours, it had scandalized his wealthy parents and nearly caused the administration to fire him.
Fortunately, at least in Shady Watkins’ mind, feathers that had been ruffled had eventually smoothed over again and Professor Dorcas—thereafter often referred to as “Professor DORK” due to the Ascendo Spell incident—was allowed to continue teaching.
Shady thought it was a travesty that the kindly man had been stuck with that moniker, because she was of the opinion that he shouldn’t be marked for eternity for a single lapse in judgment, especially since in the score of years afterward he hadn’t ever made another gaffe like it. But she also realized that people tended to remember mistakes for a much longer time than they remembered accomplishments.
Still, she thought it was unfair, and she went out of her way to speak to Professor Dorcas nearly every day, feeling that he was vastly underrated.
Most of the students tested out of Primary Magic Classes. Yellow, Red and Blue Magic involved simple, basic and everyday Spells and Charms that most of them had learned from witch peers or adults as they were growing up, especially the warding and protection spells.
But most students hoped to qualify to be included in the Vantablack Spell Courses. The Professors who taught them were highly selective and to qualify students had to have certain natural gifts as well as nerves of steel…
…Because it was a much darker and complex area of Spell Casting, one that, depending on the level being practiced, required sacrifices to be performed successfully.
Moni was determined to acquire all the Casting skills she could. She had made it her sole mission in life to find her missing twin brother, Sam, taken when they were both just coming of age, and she instinctively knew that she would have to arm herself to fight magic with magic in order to retrieve him.
All the dormitories at Pitchfork Prep Academy were coed, and though brothers and sisters rarely roomed together, it had always been their natural preference to room with each other.
That particular year, with all the turmoil in the outer world of humans, the enrollment at the once most popular finishing school for Witches had fallen, and the school had gotten less selective as far as admissions because they were anxious to make up for the loss of tuitions they had suffered in the years 2020 and 2021.
