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2021-07-25 03:53:50The next cliche you're going to hear is that I actually do live in Salem, MA, and have done since birth. I did leave to go to college but that didn't work out. It just wasn't for me. I completed a full year studying Philosophy and English Literature, but all I wanted was to come home. You see, I'm a homebody. I love my city and always will!
It's the only city where you will see Police cars adorned with witch logos, we even have an elementary school known as Witchcraft Heights, oh and the best one - the Salem High School's athletics team is called the Witches! So now you can see why the only place I ever want to be is here. As I said, the fact that I'm a real witch is just a bonus.
My powers come from my mother who was also born a Witch. She met and married my father but he wasn't a Warlock or from any kind of magical background. He's what I earlier referred to as non-magic folk. You can imagine his face when my mum decided to let the proverbial cat out of the bag by confessing she was a Witch. She said he actually fainted ha! Of course, he was sworn to secrecy, but it was out of love for my mum and not any other obligation. They still live in Salem too!
They've been married for 25 years and I've never seen a couple so happy. They're what you'd call couple goals and I'm thankful every day that they're my parents.
I've also inherited my unique looks from my mom. We both have waist-length raven-black hair and pale blue eyes. People around here are always making jokes that we must be twin sisters which I'm sure my mom loves even when she tries to be modest. My mom truly is beautiful, and I hope that I age as well as her. Sometimes my dad still can't believe that she's his wife and reminds her every day.
My mom is the leader of the Coven in Salem and is known as the High Priestess which she hates! She prefers to run it as a democracy so everyone can have their say and opinions valued. She has no rule on the number of Witches who can join. The more the merrier in her opinion, although I have yet to join, much to her dismay. It isn't that I'm against it, I'm just not sure I want to be part of a Coven just yet.
Plus, my powers are still growing...
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