Allison most definitely did not want to be here in this place today … today or any day, as far as that went.

Warrick Preparatory Academy was her 11th school since reaching her high school age. She knew it was only a matter to time before she was either expelled by the school's administration for actions she had already taken or preemptively pulled out by the Coven Council for actions they feared she was about to take. Her longest stay at any one particular school had been seven months; her shortest just twelve minutes.

It wasn't Allison's fault that she got into trouble so easily and so often. If you had been an orphaned girl on the brink of womanhood, full of anger and disappointment and despair, and someone handed you a Book of Incantations and said Hey, you're a witch, enjoy, you probably would have a hard time finding and following the correct path of life, too. Hey, your life sucks and everyone treats you like a loser. Here's a gun, enjoy. What did her grandmother and the Coven Council think was going to happen?

The Council was doing its best to make up for their error, however. Most girls in the Lineage were raised knowing they were witches from a very young age. They were prepared for the day when their powers manifested; in most cases, they were excited about it. Allison, however, had been shielded from magic by her mother, Elise, who had never wanted to be a part of the world of witchcraft; and by her mother's mother, who had respected Elise's decision, even if she hadn't agreed with it.

World of Witchcraft … sounds like one of those MMORPGs or what ever they were called, Allison thought as she stood in front of the Academy's main building, watching a parade of uniformed teenagers entering the very exclusive private school. A quartet of girls with identical bleach blonde die jobs -- their skirts hemmed upwards far beyond the acceptable uniform guidelines -- neared Allison, giggling and whispering to one another as they gave her a scrutinizing once over.

"Nice corset," one of them said as she came to a stop directly before Allison and looked her up and down. "You know, this is 21st century New York, not 19th century Georgia."

Allison and the girl stared each other down for a moment as the other three girls continued their giggles and whispers, punctuated by a few more derogatory comments on Allison's wardrobe, hair style, and makeup. One asked, "Where'd you get that thing in your nose? The local livestock auction?"

Another laughed, adding, "No, it'd have to be a ring, so they could put a chain through it … to lead her around."

All four laughed together. A moment later, Allison closed her eyes and concentrated; a moment after that, she raised her hands upwards, pressing the tips of the thumb and fingers of each hand to those of the other.

"Oh, how sweet, she's praying," the first girl chimed back in again. "Probably hoping she'll get her school uniform today, so she can get outta--"

The girl went quiet, her face filling with an expression of pain as her stance changed suddenly; her knees clenched together, and a moment later she was pressing a hand to her groin, crying in pain despite trying to mute her volume. The other three became quickly concerned, asking about her distress and moving close to help her, even though they had no idea what was wrong.

"Burning!" was all she could say, repeating, "Burning! Fuck, it burns!"

Allison lowered her hands and backed away, a slight smirk spreading her lips.

The crying girl pulled her friends in closer to hide her from the dispersed students, some of whom had been watching the confrontation or were only now beginning to do so. Behind the partial screen of friends, the bitchy bleached blonde pulled her skirt up high to her waist and dug into the front of her thong panties with both hands.

Allison turned and headed away, not needing to see the end result of the little spell she'd casted, Heat.

Still crying in building pain, the girl suddenly pulled her hands out of her panties and threw something to the ground. The others parted a bit as their friend slapped and pressed at her crotch before beginning to put her clothes back together. One by one, the others looked to the ground to see a tiny piece of metal -- their friend's clit piercing -- glowing red with a searing temperature.

Allison just continued onward, up the steps heading for the Headmaster's Office, thinking to herself, Hell, this'll be another short stay I guess.