Lia
It was a week after my trial, early in the morning, when the number of the Witches Association flashed across my phone.
I paled, pulse racing.
The phone kept ringing. I was frozen, thumb hovering over the green icon.
If I didn’t answer they would be forced to leave a message. A message I would have to return because they certainly wouldn’t give me the results with a phone call.
I take a deep breath and swipe up.
"Hello?"
"Is this Lia Brown?"
"Yeah, that’s me."
"We’ve been expecting your call. I have your results here."
"And?"
"Congratulations, Lia. You passed. You are now officially recognized as a witch."
"Wait, seriously?"
"Yes, seriously. You demonstrated remarkable skill, control, and endurance during your trials. You met all the requirements, and your potion work was
