It was a weird conversation to ask someone if they liked water. But for me, it was even stranger that she'd asked that when I have always been terrified of water.
"I'm terrified of it," I confess.
She nodded as if she'd already known my response before I said anything. She was a powerful witch, according to everything I'd heard about her; maybe she was able to look into my past or my future and saw something there that caught her by surprise. I knew that she was able to receive visions. Was that why her eyes had turned white when looking at me?
Everyone I knew was always terrified of witches or at least disgusted by them. In our academy, it was no different; the witches in our school were often mistreated. No one trusted them. I've never felt uncomfortable around them, however. Inste
