by Lili St. Crow
“You’ll never be a pureblood! I hate you!”
“You’re m-mean!”
“Don’t… hey. Oh, hey. Don’t cry. You don’t have to cry. I don’t hate you.”
“You’ll never be a pureblood! I hate you!”
“You’re m-mean!”
“Don’t… hey. Oh, hey. Don’t cry. You don’t have to cry. I don’t hate you.”
“As a young girl I was taught to be polite – say please and thank you – be respectful of other people’s feelings…and act like a lady.
The problem with that kind of upbringing is…unfortunately living by those rules alone can get in the way of trusting your instincts and keeping yourself safe.
Not everyone is deserving of respect.
Not everyone plays by the rules.
And sometimes acting like a lady can get you killed…”
“But magic was not always so linear. It was born from odium. From love. From revenge.”
“A philosopher once asked,
“Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?”
Pointless, really…
“Do the stars gaze back?”
Now, that’s a question.”
“Oh – and the nights should go back to normal now. I’m pretty sure that’s fixed.”
“I see. And I suppose you also had not-nothing to do with fixing the nights?”
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“That’s not your choice. It’s already been decided for you. You can’t change what’s happened. The only thing you can control is how you deal with it.”
“This is what witchcraft looks like: it is women holding hands, harnessing power and changing their fate.”
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