Chapter One

"We're here! Finally, no more parents to tell us what to do, no more curfew, we're in college! We shall always remember the date, August second forever! Hurry up Belle!" Danielle said as we climbed the flight of stairs to our room, boxes in tow.

"I'm coming, calm down. We aren't leaving anytime soon," I said pulling out the key to room thirty-nine B, Craig hall.

"All right kill-joy, I'm calm. You think you would be more excited about starting your life," she said pushing the door open and we tossed our last cartons on our beds.

We started putting stuff away and as every last knick-knack was shoved into place Danni smiled and started jumping.

"Free at last, free at last, thank God almighty we are free at last," she squealed.

"Okay, I must admit it; it's nice to not have to go through those grueling hours of training at four in the morning. I will most certainly not be missing that," I said putting my long black hair in a bun.

"Remember me? The civilian who never took "how to snap your fingers and get whatever you want?" You are going to have to watch what you say and do. Not all of us woke up to practice magic at four in the morning," she said leaning against the wardrobe door.

"Yes mother, I'll try. Is that what you're wearing to just lounge around the room in?" I asked as she pulled out her "lucky" outfit.

Okay, I may not be a fashionista, that's fine by me, I'm a witch, but who in their right mind picks out a turtleneck as part of their lucky outfit. Only Danielle Wilson.

"Um, of course not! Remember, we're meeting up with the guys at the night club a few blocks off campus. What was it called again?" she asked changing.

"Oh, The Silver Bullet?" I asked.

"That's the one. Now, I have the perfect outfit for you. I found it when you were packing and I brought it. I can't believe you haven't worn it!" she said pulling out the most clichéd thing ever, a little black dress.

"Danni, I will not wear that!" I said glaring at her.

"Oh my gosh, you look great in it! It's the only party thing you have. Come on, you are a witch it's the hottest thing to be and you waste it by unpacking? Live a little Belle," she chided holding the black dress out to me.

I looked at myself in the mirror hanging off the door and saw a pale girl with a black hair in a messy bun clad in sweat pants and an old homecoming shirt.

That's when I started thinking, hey, I'm a witch. Why am I doing stuff by hand when you can just snap your fingers to get it done? I don't have to be so strict any more.

So I chose not to be.

I stripped out of my sweats and into the dress and Danni laughed as I "snapped" my hair into perfection.

"I see that you've taken my advice. So are you going?" she asked as I pulled on a pair of her heels.

"Of course," I said smiling and opening the door.

So we walked off to the school gates to meet Danielle's boyfriend and a few other friends from home to go to The Silver Bullet.