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They marched down the cobbled stone Corner. Wearing nothing but overalls, and wielding no weapons. Yet maybe an occasional pitch fork or shotgun. The A-List Party. I thought the soldiers were supposed to keep them out? Are they okay? How did they get passed? A few years ago, a new party came upon the stage in Lukeshire. The A-Listers. Their vow was to keep magical affairs, between them and us, normal. At an all-time low. Regulated. No one had wanted them in our society. As they had been social outcasts for years. It was just a new political party. Someone had finally enough revere to stand up for their persons. What in bubblegum’s name been wrong about this? Ha. Ha. Ha. About three months ago, No one would mind seeing an A-Lister in Lukeshire. Until... One day, they attacked. Some of us were always weary of these kinds of happenings. A lot of us had even been raised racist to their kind. So they tried to wrestle control of our central building, the helmphonome. Of course, it wasn’t that easy. Clearance Guards had been on their break and nobody around, but nonetheless, We were here. We noticed something was wrong when they began to shoot their guns towards our main defense mechanism, the helmphonod. We are not them. We are not stupid. We immediately began forming circles and casting down spells. People had even called guardian warriors from long ago to join the fight. Some of us were trying to stop them. Some of us actually were fighting. I don’t like how fast it happened. How pathetic they were. It seemed that it was all a little too easy then. That day seemed to be a lot... As if I was dreaming I suddenly remembered where I was. My eyes fixated on this gang of misfits, they began breaking into Apparel shops. Luke Whatzits, Gavingers, Lompzinedale. One by one their beautiful interior was desecrated. Like wax dripping from our candlelit moon nights, one by one the A-Listers, dressed before in nothing but bumpkin’s clothes, came out dressed differently, Professionally. I would tell you more of what happened, but I panicked. My heart started racing for no apparent reason. I know I should have stayed and all, but what in bubblegum’s name was I supposed to do? If only I stayed. Perhaps I would not be where I am today.

I heard three singles bullets being struck, and then came the screaming. I told myself to keep quiet, calm, but as my body kicked into overdrive, I Menargeried myself out of there. At first, all I could see was blackness and a thick gray smoke. Then, my house in its field began to brilliantly shine through. Of course it had to be a sunny day. The wind whistling through the trees, a few lazy clouds drifting on by in the sky. The birds, chirping their rituals, and making their own magic. I wish it was this easy. I wish my day was as calm as my surroundings. But hey, I’d made it...I was home.

I began packing my traveling bag, coats, traveling gowns, potions; spell books, brooms, and any magical artifact I could hustle up. I kept my locket close. I wasn’t sure where I was going, or how I might end up, but it was damned certain I couldn’t stay there. If the A-List Party actually has taken control of Lukeshire, things were bad. Really. Really. Bad. The Helmphonome had a direct contact system to every witch in Lukeshire. Instead of Menargering yourself, and using your own energy, you push a button. A small gray crescent moon that took you to wherever. If the A-Listers took ahold of that, it was over. So I couldn’t stay. If there was ever a thing I knew, I knew this; Witches are not dumb. I knew who I needed to see. In fact I knew her well, We are off to see the head of Universal Magical Security. My Mother. Did I mention who I am? Well. That’s not that important right now. I have a few minutes to briefly recap my story. I will tell you this, Somehow these things are my entire fault. My mother has put me in jail, I’m getting hung tomorrow.