~London, England: 10 Years Ago~
“Go on then, do your black magic witch. If you don’t like what I said, curse me then. Go on!” A snotty brat with golden locks and vindictive brown eyes taunts her, goading her to respond.
“No, no George, you’re aren’t saying it right. Keiko is a priestess, not a witch. She’s the one who cures the curses.” A blonde, pompous brat leans down and gets in Keiko’s face, meeting her matching eyes. “You call it a blessing, right? Go on and bless him then. Cleanse his ‘evil’ soul.”
“Oh, don’t be ridiculous Charlotte. A witch or priestess, blessing or curse; I don’t give a damn! She’s a freak! A weirdo! An embarrassment to our otherwise prestigious family and should’ve never come here. Mother is too kind for her own good. A saint she is. For letting in rubbish.”
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