Emerald looked out the window. The weather was getting nasty with winter upon them. Something Emerald never liked was the cold wet weather. She wished sometimes that she could control the weather instead but it seemed like she was just stuck with her lucky witch charms. Being home all the time and all alone she wondered what life would be like if she ever decided to uncloak herself. Who knew what other witches, or mythical creatures laid out there. Wanting to harm her espically. She decided she would rather stay in her room and practise spells while her parents were away.
She decided to go downstairs and grab some dinner which was most definetly needed. She walked down into the kitchen and watched the rain come down. It made her feel a bit depressed but she decided staying home being alone she was so used to it and that if it ended up coming to her being out in the town she most likely wouldn't last. Reading, writing sometimes on the computer. She never really made friends she didn't even know who her parents were she was a loner she had admitted it a long time ago. She grabbed a pot and made some Kraft Mac and Cheese. After it was made she put it into a bowl and brought it up to her room. Grabbing one of her many books that she had read many times she opened it reading the content again.
The witch books was in her dead grandmother's attic. She had grabbed it before her parents could even notice. Emerald opened it reading it looking at her necklace around her neck. Her grandmother said it was her birthstone and very important. Emerald felt something like a sense all of a sudden and wondered it was not knowing really what to do she continued to eat letting it not bother her to much. She decided to do nothing but try a simple spell and let that be some sort of warning or signal to who ever was looking into her. She decided to make her bowl move to the table. She did and watched it set nicely on the bedside table.
She decided to go downstairs and grab some dinner which was most definetly needed. She walked down into the kitchen and watched the rain come down. It made her feel a bit depressed but she decided staying home being alone she was so used to it and that if it ended up coming to her being out in the town she most likely wouldn't last. Reading, writing sometimes on the computer. She never really made friends she didn't even know who her parents were she was a loner she had admitted it a long time ago. She grabbed a pot and made some Kraft Mac and Cheese. After it was made she put it into a bowl and brought it up to her room. Grabbing one of her many books that she had read many times she opened it reading the content again.
The witch books was in her dead grandmother's attic. She had grabbed it before her parents could even notice. Emerald opened it reading it looking at her necklace around her neck. Her grandmother said it was her birthstone and very important. Emerald felt something like a sense all of a sudden and wondered it was not knowing really what to do she continued to eat letting it not bother her to much. She decided to do nothing but try a simple spell and let that be some sort of warning or signal to who ever was looking into her. She decided to make her bowl move to the table. She did and watched it set nicely on the bedside table.