It’s impossible. It is truly impossible to think that Ellie’s father doesn’t know anything about witches.
It’s not possible when his mother-in-law, his wife, and now, his daughter, are confirmed to be witches.
It’s just not possible.
Ellie slowly breathes out, she’s anxious because she may not be able to control the floating stuff in her room at all, but as she breathes out, she noticed that all the things are slowly getting back to its original places without shattering or breaking.
It was just a few days ago when Ellie’s stressing about the possibility that she might be a witch. Today, however, she feels...different. The good kind of different. Better even. She’s supposed to be scared, not glad. But why does she feel like another stone has been lifted up in her chest?
Maybe because
