Chiara’s POV“May I come in?” Mrs. Burton asked, hovering at the door. She held a thick file. I suppressed a sigh when I saw her. She was not my favorite person in the world and I want nothing to do with her right now.

She came in anyway before I could answer her.

“I made a list of things we need to buy for the witches. For your rooms, their meals, stuff like that. I think you should go over them and make a decision,” Mrs. Burton said. She waddled into the room with a tight ...