A/N: Warning, there is swearing

Those who can read this passage are descended from a long line of witches, entrusted with the...

I slam the book closed. NOPE, no, I'm still dreaming. Just a lucid dream. Just gonna get p and go back to bed. That's it grab your stuff, walk down the hall, and slip back into to bed. As I’m pulling the covers over me, a wave of exhaustion hits me. I swear I never fell asleep faster in my entire life.

I wake up the next day, and begin my routine to get ready for school and begin my tests, ugh. Later, as I eat breakfast I recall the events of last night and slowly freeze up. The book is nowhere to be seen, and Mum it yet to mention it. Maybe it was a dream after all. I feel my entire body relax significantly. Tara gives me a weird look but continued eating. Why was I so worked up over a book?

Days pass and with them most of my exams. I only have one left (which I had yet to do any study for). However, today I had none. Which meant I had a day off. And I was going to take advantage of having the house to myself.

"Ahh, this is the life, no parents, no sister, and most importantly, no school." I planned on staying in my Pyjamas all day and do absolutely. Well, nothing and eating.

Breakfast made, I got ready to settle down and never get up unless I absolutely had to. Soon into flicking through channels and munching on eggs, it was interrupted by the landline ringing (yes we still have one). I ignored it. "Shut, up. No one's home!" I'm not allowed to answer the phone when my parents aren't home. After a couple of moments, I expected it to stop, like usual, but it kept ringing and ringing, for at least a solid minute, until I had to get up to see what's wrong with the phone. Or if it was an unusually persistent telemarketer. "Maybe if I hang it up, it will stop."

It's almost as if the phone could hear me, because it stopped the moment I stepped into the hallway.

"Ugh, probably a bloody telemarketer too." Muttering about the inconvenience of having to get out of my seat 'just for that', I made my way back to the lounge room. And stop dead in the doorway.

The book was back. And sitting on the couch where I had previously been.

I was officially freaking out. I must be dreaming, day-dreaming, that's it. And now I'll pinch myself and wake up. Actually no. I'll do one better and backhand the doorframe, that'll work. CRACK. "Ahh... Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. Ok that was a mistake." I hiss in the immense pain shooting through my hand. "It hurts, it very much hurts." I had closed my eyes, so I hadn't seen if (my very bad idea) had worked or not. My eyes had watered so much, I could feel tears already rolling down my face. This better have worked. It took a moment for my vision to clear due to tears.

Please have disappeared. Please, please.

Nope still there. Much to my disappointment and pain.

Well now that I know this is real (painfully real). I'm going to deal with it. And by deal with it, I mean read. I don't care if it's potentially cursed, I want to read it. Especially if it is the same as I remember. I mean seriously, you can't just dangle this new knowledge in front of me and expect me not to take advantage of it. Judging by the very readable title plate, it is the same.

Like the nerd I am, I waste no time aggressively opening the book and pouring over its pages. Flipping through, I see the handwriting change, an indicator of the many owners of this book. I pour over the book for hours, discovering so many things about the generations of 'witches' before me.

Those who can read this passage are descended from a long line of witches, entrusted with the task of protecting the Earth from all harm. Every witch is blessed with two abilities upon inheritance, Allspeak and an ability unique to each witch. I possess the ability of flight, and have read of witches with other abilities such as clairvoyance and telekinesis.

This book contains hundreds of spells and potions, as well as the knowledge and experiences of previous witches. I have to say that it's quite intimidating. I only hope that my experiences will help future descendants, as these have helped me.

The mantle of Silver Witch has passed now on to you.

I was seriously geeking out. I'm reading a book about actual, real witches, with magic and potions. And I'm related to them. There's also spells in here too. Can I actually perform magic?! All my dreams are coming true right now. Throughout my excited reading, a word kept jumping out at me, 'transformation'. Perhaps this was one of a witch's abilities. But I found it in the other chapters as well.

Some describe the transformation as something to changing clothes but with magic. What on Earth does that mean? And more importantly, how do I do it? Unfortunately, it seems the book couldn't tell me. But it shouldn’t be too hard, right? I’ll start off with this for now.

Maybe I just have to focus. ... No, I feel like I'm about to shit myself. Ok, different approach. Maybe I have to imagine what kinds of clothes I wear? Ohh, it'll be cool if I get to choose my costume. Ok, let's try that. I should probably stand in front of a mirror. In my rush to get to the bathroom, I almost tripped over.

My giddy reflection stares at me from the mirror. Mussed up bed hair, red-rimmed green eyes, and a giant grin. Ok, calm down. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Focus. Is it like some magical girl transformation thing? A tingling sensation begins in my toes and fingers. I open my eyes. Which widen as I feel a breeze wash over my entire body, taking my clothes with it. And even more when see what replaced it.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!"