The letter was small no bigger than a fortune slip but as soon as Lerolyne touched it is grew to a parchment with the following words:

We are glad to tell you that you have been enrolled in Natasha’s school for strong willed mages thaw following items are required to complete your 10 year course:

Wand

Spell book

Cloak of displacement

The term starts on the 32nd of October please come to Orkney and the ness of Brodgar ruins is the entrance.

Lerolyne then noticed a small drop of blood near the bottom with a small message “ you know some more offensive spells come quick. The ruins open up by show of magic”.

*snap*

Purple robes flew to wrap themselves around her slender frame and she felt her self vibrating as her cloak jumped into action.

* boom*

She was gone reappearing at Dublin’s magical menagerie and snatched a wand of web of the desk and before the attendent could stop her.

*Boom*

The wind whipped her robes around as she drew out her wand and muttered “ Ocololate “ the stones of the ruins flew out the way to reveal a small entrance.

She jumped through.

Nothing for minutes but falling.

The robes bellowed out creating a parachute landing with a thud into chaos as students littered the floor drenched in blood. Dead.