“How could ordinary therapists help you stifle your extraordinary magic?” “I wanted help-to deal with it.” A single tear betrayed me, trailing down my cheek.

However, it’s been a year now, and all I’m asking for is the truth.” “Days after your dad’s funeral, when you begged me to send you to Green Briar, I guessed it wasn’t just grief and anxiety that was overwhelming you, but I let you go because it was what you wanted. A few months later, my frustrated dad followed her lead. A year and a half ago that legacy of magic drove my mom so crazy she killed herself. “You know I don’t want to talk about it.” Tears welled in my eyes. “Your head hurts? Or are you trying to suppress the family legacy?”Ī hard lump formed in my throat as she unleashed her suspicion. She pursed her lips in the way that always filled me with dread. I swiped a blonde tendril away from my eyes and shot her a look. Ten minutes from her home in Annapolis and I was already wishing I was back at Green Briar, mostly because of the cramps comment, but the bad music wasn’t helping. “Everything okay, darling? You look like you have cramps.” Instead, I focused my gaze on the dashboard and clenched my jaw, waiting for the magic’s slow crawl back to its dark cave.Īunt Jocelyn, or Aunt J as I liked to call her, tapped her thumbs against the steering wheel to a crappy disco song on the radio. On the outside, I tried not to make the weird face. The magic hummed to life, quiet at first, then loud like a banshee unleashing in my head. I inhaled enough air to make myself dizzy. I was twelve hours away from starting fresh at Truxton High and desperate for an ordinary junior year, not to mention a deliriously ordinary life. It whispered to me from its lair like a beast luring a curious creature to her doom. Thanks to them, the inherited magic I’d have sacrificed my virginity to live without was stirring again, most likely triggered by the stress of leaving Green Briar. The reason was simple-sometime ago, my bewitched ancestors co-mingled and permanently effed up my life. I didn’t know if fate could be altered, but I hoped for the possibility. It’s too bad her aunt, her coven, and her magic aren’t giving her the option to bow out.

Hannah Fitzgerald was born into a legacy of powerful magic, only the last thing she wants is to be a witch.

Bewitching Hannah by Leigh Goff