I Suck at Magic, but Sometimes I Don't - Chapter 2
A few weeks passed, and I received a letter in the mail from Roth’s School of Wizards. My heart raced as I tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter. I scanned the contents, my eyes scanning over the words quickly. “Congratulations, Celeste,” the letter began.
“I got in!” I screamed with joy, jumping up from my chair and doing a little dance.
My family came rushing into the room, concerned that something was wrong. When they saw the smile on my face and the letter in my hand, their expressions changed to ones of pride and happiness.
“I knew you could do it,” my mother said, hugging me tightly.
“I’m so proud of you,” my father added, ruffling my hair.
As happy as I was, I knew that the challenges were only just beginning. The admission process was notoriously difficult, and only a select few were accepted each year.
The day I arrived at the school, I was overwhelmed by its grandeur. The buildings were massive, with ornate carvings and intricate stonework. The grounds were vast, with gardens, fountains, and courtyards. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before.
As I made my way to the admissions office, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe. This was where I would be studying magic for the next four years. It was a dream come true.
I was greeted by a stern-looking woman at the admissions office. She gave me a once-over before handing me a thick stack of papers.
“Fill these out completely and return them to me by the end of the day,” she said, her tone leaving no room for questions.
I took the papers and made my way to the nearest empty table. The forms were extensive, asking for information about my family, my academic achievements, and my magical abilities.
I filled out the forms as best I could, but there were a few sections that left me stumped. There was one section that asked for details about my magical abilities, but as far as I knew, I didn’t have any. I had never been able to perform any spells, and I had never seen any evidence of magical abilities.
As I was filling out the form, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see a tall, thin man with a sharp nose and piercing eyes.
“Excuse me, miss,” he said, “but I couldn’t help but notice that you left the section about your magical abilities blank.”
“I don’t really have any,” I said sheepishly, feeling embarrassed.
The man raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
I nodded.
“Well, we’ll just have to see about that,” he said with a mysterious smile before walking away.
I stared after him, feeling a sense of unease. Who was he, and what did he mean by that?