MY YOUTH WITCHY COMEDY IS WRONG!

I’d nearly given up.

I couldn’t cast any spells or use magic, I was a failure as a witch, and because of that…it’s embarrassing to admit I spent most of the term mopping around feeling bad for myself.

Hey don’t judge me, there was nothing else I could do, so I wallowed in self-pity using the excuse that I had been dealt a bad hand by the world to do nothing. But after seeing how hard Fluffy pink hair and Charlotte were working, I had to give it my best too! That being the case, I still don’t know why I can’t use magic. Looking back on it, that moment when I was falling, I could see the spell formulae around me, but I couldn’t get it to work.

So, while I couldn’t cast spells, my spell formulae were fine.

The spell itself wasn’t the problem, that’s for sure, so the problem, is probs somewhere else…hmm, okay! This is good, the first step towards fixing what you’re doing wrong is knowing what you’re doing right!

“There’s no time like the present, right?”

I can do this! I’ll be the best witch just you watch world!

The thought of using magic one day ended up amplifying my sense of anticipation!

If I could fix what’s wrong, I could use magic, fly, and cast spells. I just couldn’t stop thinking about it. My imagination was all over the place; my heart was racing with excitement!

Never give up on your dreams! So long as you still believe you can make it happen, nothing can stop you!

With a fire in my chest, I clenched my fists and dashed out from my room as fast I could. I felt pumped! I felt very pumped!

As I charged to the Academy library, I suddenly bumped into a young lady, a witch, in the hall.

“Sorry!” I wasn’t looking where I was going, so it was my fault...

“Everlyne?”

The witch I had just bumped into was a petite, tired looking woman. Silver hair. Pretty! Blue eyes. Long ears? A traditional black dress, black cape, black pointy witch hat, striped stockings, and black elf-like shoes—wow, she had the traditional witch attire down to the bone.

“Sorry, do I know you, ma’am?” I didn’t have time for distractions I had to get to studying ASAP!

“Yes. I’m your teacher.” She replied lazily.

EEK! No way I would forget someone like that!

“Really?”

“Mm” She nodded lethargically.

“Oh.”

Well, you couldn’t expect me to remember the names and faces of each and every teacher on the flat earth, could you? I bowed my head in apology and tried to run past her, when—

“May I have a word?”

She grabbed the edge of my cloak, stopping me from moving. Hm? Does teacher want something? The school term is done, so it’s not like I have classes or anything to attend.

“I’m in a bit of a hurry, ma’am.”

“I won’t be long.” Not like I have a choice…

“Okay.”

“Ms. Blake Everlyne, I’d like you to abandon your ambitions of becoming a witch.”

“No.”

“If you don’t listen, you won’t understand.”

“I understand.” I smiled.

“You don’t.” She glared. 

But I do though.

"Listen"

“All right, I’m listening.”

Teacher’s lazy blue eyes with bags under them fixed me with a serious glare.

Teacher had a really calm way of speaking, so even when she says something as devastating as give up on your dreams it sounds super cool and chill.

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Teacher had dragged me to her office for some reason.

Is this gonna be one of those lectures they give troublemaker students!

“I’m not a troublemaker!” I panicked.

“I suppose not.” Was her reply.

“I always pay attention in class and do my best!”

“Yes, you’re top of the school in theoretical witchcraft, I’m very proud.”

“Huh, I’m what?” She’s proud of me? Now I’m blushing.

Teacher said something as monumental as that and then proceeded to ignore me as if it’s nothing! If it wasn’t for her cool aura, I’d be flipping out right now!

“You work very hard Everlyne, but…” she yawned.

“But?” But what!?

Was that a dramatic pause or was Teach just too lazy to finish her own sentences!

“I’d like you to give up on your ambitions of becoming a witch.”

“Nope.” I answered without missing a beat.

Teacher glared at me again... EEK! 

She gives me the stink eye like I’m the reason she’s missing out on sleep and looks like a zombie!

“You can’t cast spells, Everlyne. Academy rules dictate that if a witch cannot cast any spells, then she must be expelled.”

"Do they really?"

Wow, silly teach, the rule states that if a witch cannot cast any spells by the start of the next term, then she gets expelled.

“I still have six months before the start of the next term to fix my problem, don’t I?”

I do, I’ve memorized the school rules. And quadruple checked. So, I know WITH CERTAINTY that I’m safe.

Teacher sighed. “Do you have any idea what your problem is?”

“I have three theories.”

Ever since I failed the practical examination, depressed as I was. I spent the remaining weeks researching probable causes for a spell not to work. And I arrived at three scenarios that could have led to my failure. Heh, I’m pretty smart for a failure, you know.

“Oh? Let’s hear them.” Teacher asked, a touch of skepticism in her voice.

“One, I’m not properly visualizing the spell formulae; the symbols swim before my eyes, making this the least likely cause, but still not impossible.”

“Two, my spells are ineffective because my wand and broom aren’t compatible, causing a disruption in the magic supply.”

“And three, an external influence outside the laws of the world is causing my spells to fail.”

…!?

I could tell Teach was surprised. Impressed even. I bet she was. Hahaha! Behold the power of research!

Although to tell you the truth, while I have three theories, I have no way to test any of them, so I’m still at zero...

Teacher was glaring at me with a mean look on her face again.

EEK!  M-more scolding? Or--

“Damn it. I’ll help you.”  she said.