Julia woke up at about six a.m. after having some sort of dream she couldn’t remember. This didn’t make sense to her at all, since she herself was a fragment of a dream before. She wished to think more about it but her mind went blank as her stomach felt empty. Julia wondered if there was a cafeteria or a kitchen or any place where she could get food.
She realized that she had gone to sleep wearing her regular clothes. Julia needed to take a shower and change her clothes.
There was some sort of paper on the ground below her desk. It must have fallen over.
“Instructions
The hidden door shall contain the following: your wardrobe where you may find your clothes, your basic materials, a safe for your valuables and mysterious items. Find and unlock the hidden door by casting a spell.
If you are on scholarship, it is heavily dependent on your grades and conduct…”
At this point, she stopped reading.
She got a hold of the book, which was now black leather instead of brown. Julia was a bit startled by this, but there was magic after all. Anything was possible.
The index told her to skip over to page 22.
“Spell for uncovering the secret dorm door.”
“The door where witches keep their thoughts and belongings, it shall now be a part of my many findings,” read Julia, aloud
She looked around and nothing happened. Julia looked down, shuffled her feet and was about to head to the shower, when there was a sound that one would expect from a music box. The door was behind her, as Julia turned and saw. It opened by itself. She entered, and it was the same cottage from before, with the mirror. However, now there was a wardrobe and a small partition where the kitchen was. The furniture was all white, and there was a fridge, a cupboard, a microwave and a tiny oven. As for utensils, there was a sharp knife, and a set of spoons and forks. She saw there was a note taped on the fridge door.
“Please take these items as my apology.
~ Patricia”
There wasn’t much she could do. Perhaps if Julia was independent, she could refuse the help. However, right now she was helpless.
She opened the fridge. There were a dozen eggs, and some other basics. But she didn’t know how she was going to cook an egg without a stove. There was bread in the fridge, as well as a few bottles of water. Since there was no butter, she had a slice of bread without anything. Julia craved for peanut butter, but she had no choice. She finished the slice somehow and drank some water.
There were some clothes in the wardrobe. They were all the exact same robes and dresses in grey. She took all the clothing she needed and went back inside. As soon as she left, the door vanished behind her. This meant that she’d have to recite the same spell again and again.
You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.
She took her book and recited the spell that might change her clothes to her style.
“Creative vision, enter this world and exit my mind!” said Julia
They changed at once, into pastel, dark or light colors. After brushing her teeth, she went to the small shower area and splashed water on herself which was freezing cold. Julia used a small unused bar of waxy soap which was from the cabinet. There was only one small towel, with which she somehow dried herself and she wore her clothes. A lightweight coffee colored blouse, with a black midi skirt. She got out of the bathroom and wore the only pair of shoes she had, a pair of black loafers. She got the belongings from her pant pockets and put them in her skirt pockets.
Julia yawned until an announcement was made through the speaker in the room.
“Classes commence in thirty minutes. Please don’t forget your guidebook for your respective major.”
Julia realized she had no book bag but she didn’t bother. She lugged the heavy book and locked the door, putting the key in her pocket which was almost full. Julia then ran across to the end of the hall, and then realized that she didn’t have any clue on where to go for class. She opened her guidebook and saw the map. The schedule portion that was taped on one of the pages said that WC101 was first, and the classroom number was WCB002.
Julia exited the dorm, and set off to go to Building no. 3. She walked for a long time, until she encountered a map. Everything was fine, she just needed to take a right turn. The grass was a shade of dark green and the sky was an intense blue with the sun peeking out from the white clouds. There was a concrete pathway in the middle of the grass. A plain yellow butterfly was fluttering about. She arrived in front of Building no. 3 at last. It was an eyesore to see such a huge building that looked like it belonged to the medieval times, and hadn’t been repaired since. It looked more like ancient ruins than a proper building. It was grey, layered with dust and the windows had cracks. Light was shining in a few of the windows. The gate wouldn’t open.
“Insert your ID to enter,” Said a masculine voice
She looked behind her and saw a somewhat muscular guy with black skin and with spiky hair as the same color of a dove feather, a matte white. He was as tall as Cole and was wearing a white striped button-up shirt with a black pair of trousers. He wore an emotionless expression, but it wasn’t harsh unlike Cole’s expression. Rather, it was nonchalant and carefree.
“Thank you,” Said Julia
“Excuse me miss, would you happen to know where Building no. 4 is? I don’t know why I can’t find numbers on any of these buildings,” He said
“This is building no. 3. There ought to be a map left to us,” Said Julia
“Thank you,” He said
Julia nodded as she put her ID in the space of the gate. The gate made a chime-like sound.
“Excuse me, this is the building for witches... oh, the gate has accepted your ID. You must be a witch then, I didn’t mean to assume.” He said, waving goodbye
Julia entered and took her ID with her. It didn’t take her long to find her classroom, which was on the first floor. As she entered, she saw there were two students inside, Cole and a woman with ash hair cut into a bob. They were talking about something that Julia couldn’t discern. The desks were plain wood, with a white board and a giant cauldron in the corner that looked out of place. The woman was talking with a lot of energy, and she had her desk littered with sticky notes. Julia stood in the middle of the classroom, until Cole told her to sit with them. At that moment, the third person crumpled up a sticky note and threw it in the trashcan which was inches away from Julia. She sat in front of Cole.
She began to crumple all of the notes and throw them near the trashcan.
“Quit being so hyperactive Lindsey, and clean up this horrid mess.” Said Cole