𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐒. 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄. It’s going to get her into trouble but by now, she’s used to it and with passing past teachers, magic to help when she is caught down in the basement to make sure a teacher never remembers this and without compulsion. Door swings open to the cell that she smells her sister in, the soft padded cuffs that would do nothing.
❝You shouldn’t be here.❞ Not in some tiny cell, forced to hear everyone else cry out as they work through the pain that they often fight which makes the whole process harder, longer, more painful according to her father. Don’t fight it. Fingers shaking for a second before she snaps them together, a master now at doing magic without a spoken word, which was hard to do and most of the time she hides behind incantations to seem like she was just any other witch (because of her old cover). ❝Let’s go, outside and if anyone sees you...just pray they don’t.❞ The keys the room hung back onto its hook so that no one knows (But they will know and she will take the fall). // @triprincess