tiny bedroom was barely enough to fit all her books, bed and a simple wardrobe. Which hold only two sets of clothing, the rest were more books and trinkets she needed for school. Evanore sat on her bed, with yellowed sheets musty smell. She had her eyes closed and breathed in softly. It wouldn't take long before Medea, barged in to demand Evanora's homework. Not that she would give it to her twin, not this time. This time she used another set of homework. She had made for her sister, specially for her. The answers all wrong, and with bad spelling. Not that Medea would be able to tell the divergence, nor will the teachers tell her that there was anything wrong with the homework. They will nod, and give her a high mark anyway. And Evanora, a slightly lower mark. Although her homework is perfect, not a single question wrong, or a word misspelled. They all did that because they, the teachers and specially the head misteres were afraid of their father. Bevan Razor, and Medea was the apple of his eye. Where Evanora was the black witch of their family, literally. Her father, sister and grandmother were all white witches. Creating magic from the six elements, earth, water, fire, air, wood and metal. She however needed to use amulets, other magical objects and in some cases her own blood.

"Evanora!" There it was, her beloved older sister by a few minutes. "Evanora!" Medea entered the room by throwing the door open with her magic. Which she, not Evanora was allowed to do. And to be fair, it would cost her a lot more energy. "Good, you are awake." The volume on the old rusty laptop shut off, and the room became a lot colder. All with the compliments of her beloved sister. "You get five seconds to give me your homework, or I will freeze you to your bed." She would do that anyway, if she gave up her homework or not. To make her once again late for dinner, but she didn't care. Her food was always cold anyway and it was never something she liked to eat. Once, the cooks had prepared a sauce with peaches in them, and she was deadly allergic to peaches. But did her father or grandmother care, no. It was Medea who requested the dish, and her request should be obeyed.

"My homework is on the desk, Medea." Evanora said. She closed her eyes and tried to go back to meditation.

"Good, you finally learned where your place is." Medea purred. "At my feet." She grabbed the stack of papers from the desk and flipped through them. "Where is the assignment for white magic class?" That didn't take long.

"I didn't know you had homework for that class, Medea. I am not in that class." Evanora said calmly.

"I will tell daddy." Medea said. Evanora nodded, she would suspect nothing less from her sister. "What are you doing?" 

"It is called meditation, it is a great way to channel energy. You should try it. According to professor Lucius Ebonywood is it good for both white and black magic." Evanora said. But she knew that Medea never listened to the professors. Her magic came almost naturally, without practice or studing. Evanora was the same, but still she studied and practised. Medea snorted, and walked out of the room. She tried to freeze Evanora, but because of the meditation and the protective amulet she was wearing, it didn't work. She started up her rusty old laptop and played once again the rain sounds. Going back to her meditative state, or at least she tried to. Because her father barged into the open door, moments later.

"Evanora, why didn't you..." Her father said. She opened her eyes with a sigh.

"Because it is white magic class, I do not know what is discussed inside that classroom. Or what the assignments are. I am sorry, father. But there is nothing I can do to help her with that." Evanora chimed. She knew that she was playing with fire, and she knew that. But her father couldn't blame her for this, not really. "Medea, will not die if she opens one of her books. The most dangerous thing that could happen to her is a paper cut."

"How dare you talk like about your sister in such a way." That was her grandmother. Madam Rosina Razor, matriarch of the Razor family. One of the wealthiest and purest bloodline witch families in the world. Known for their white witches, and their extremely powerful witches. "She is a white witch." It was not unusable that her nature is being thrown back into her face. "You, are not. You are not worthy to call yourself a Razor Witch."

"But Madam Razor." Evanora said, she was not allowed to call her grandmother. "I am not allowed in the white magic classes. Nor am I allowed to look upon the white magic scribes. I can not make Medea's white magic homework, even if I wanted to." Her father turned to his mother.

"She is right about that, mother." He said. Wow, he was standing up for her. Call the Crystal Pioneer, which was some kind of newspaper. This was only not something she was allowed or able to say out loud. "She is a black witch, after all." Madam Razor snorted. 

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"You never should have married that Vandran girl. I told you that her bloodline was not as clean as ours." Madam Razor said. Of course, and now the blame was once again on her poor dead mother. Alani Vandran, who herself was a white witch. Her equally dead parents were white witches. And Evanora knew, just like her grandmother, that there was only one black witch in her mother's family. But only one was enough, for her grandmother.

"Alani has nothing to do with Evanora's magic, mother." Her father said. He was defending his dead wife, the love of his life and according to him his best friend. "It was written in the stars." Magic, both white and black, were written in the stars. Evanora had simply the misfortune of being born a few minutes later than Medea. Her grandmother scoffed and walked away. Her father turned around towards her. "I told you not to use that type of magic in my house." 

"It is a simple amulet, father. And I made it at school." She said, holding the amulet. "It was part of the homework for black magic. I used sage and lavender for it, no blood." He looked at it and nodded.

"Those it work?" He asked.

"Am I frozen to my bed?" She asked back. He shook his head. "Then yes."

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The yellow school bus stopped in front of the large mansion. It was ironic that after all this time and with all the magic the witches had to their disposal, the transport they used was a simple yellow school bus. Medea stepped in first, she waved to her best friends and sat down. Evanora took a deep breath, one more semester and then she would be free. Free to leave her home and go to collage. Free from Medea, and her friends. One more semester, she stepped into the bus and saw that her seat she normally would use was already taken. It was all the way back in the bus, perfect to read another book. She still went over there, the kid was not someone she recognized. He was slender, tall, with muffled brown hair. He sat hunched over, his noise buried inside a book.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" She asked. He shook his head, he didn't look up. She sat down and grabbed her book out of her old back. It surprised her to this day how this backpack was able to survive the weight from all her books. It didn't matter, she knew that, even if the back fall apart. She wouldn't get a new one, not even one of Medea's old once she never uses. She opened the book and started to read. From the corner of her eye she saw that the boy looked at the book she was reading.

"Is that not from a mortal writer?" He asked. She nodded, it was not a crime to read a book that was written by mortals. It was even recommanded. But not many witches did it, believing that it was not worth their time. "Is it any good?" He asked. She nodded once again. 

"I have never seen you before, so I am going on a whim that you are new." She said, he nodded. "Well, let me tell me advise you. If you do not want any trouble. Stop talking to me." He looked surprised.

"I do not understand." He said. "I do not even know you. And you do not even know me." 

"Which is a good thing, believe me." Evenora whispered. "You seem nice, and I love to know you. But it is better for you to keep your distance." 

"And what if I do not want to." He asked. "I am ..." 

"Evanora, what the hell are you doing?" Medea's voice screezed through the bus. All the students stopped talking and looked at her. 

"Reading." Evanora said. Quickly holding her book up. He did the same thing. 

"Who is that?" He asked.

"What is that for a stupid question. I am Medea Razor, white witch and all that jazz. This here." Medea pointed at Evanora. "Is nobody, and you would be smart not to speak to her. She is not allowed to have any friends." He looks at her and her head hung a little bit. "But now here is the question, who the hell are you?" 

"Kayne Le Rouge." He replied, annoyed. Evanora looked at him surprised. The Le Rouge family was like her family, only they were well known for their powerful black witches. They, however, lived on the other side of the country, but it was possible that they just moved back.

"You are lying, my grandmother would have told me when the likes of you were back." Medea said, pointing a finger at his chest. He snorted. 

"Madam Razor, is not all knowing. Miss Razor. And apparently neither are you." He snipped back at her. Medea's eyes narrowed into slits. But turned around without a word. Evanora shook her head in disbelieve.

"You really shouldn't have said that." She said. "Now she will make sure that your life here would be a living hell. Medea is the queen of the school. Even the teachers, and the headmisteres, can not touch her." Evanora said. Kayne looked at her.

"Why are you so afraid of her? She is nothing more than a bully?" He said.

"I live with her." Evanora said. "I am Evanora Razor, black witch of my family and my sister's favourite punching bag." She looked at him. He looked her in shock. She nodded slowly. "Yep, and now you will be her favorite target as well. Until you learned your lesson at least. Then she will move back to me, and do not tell me that I didn't warn you. Because I did." The bus stopped and it was time for them to get off. "Oh and welcome to Romonia High, the best school for witchcraft in the magical realm. Or at least that is what the brocure says. The headmistress office is directly on your left. Have a nice day, and maybe I will see you in class." She waved and got off the bus. She admired Kayne's spine. Something she lacks at times like this. One more semester and than she was finally free. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before entering the school.