I was confused.

A school of magic? Those hadn’t existed in years. At least, none had been heard from after the government had forced them all to close down.

And now I get a letter from one? It was all way too easy. If any new schools had come up they would surely send someone in person to invite student.

Besides, I was busy with my college education at a well known nonmagic school that cost me way too much money to miss for even a day.

Ever since magic had been outlawed and frowned upon by the elders, magic using families had been put on the watch list. It was only to deter the large amounts of crime certain magic users were prone to causing, but it still brought a bad name to the others.

My family had been forced to close our shop due to the ‘unlawful product’ we offered.

All the awaiting familiars and magical creature we cared for, some for many generations, were sent off to a government facility where their fates were unknown. I think about them every day, praying for the best.

I’ve decided to ignore the letter. Only bad things could come from going, and I wasn’t about to miss any days of class for a likely government trick.

I let the paper crumple between my fingers before throwing it away and heading to class.