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Welcome to Cackleshore Academy.
Nell Clayton didn't just leave the magical school she once called home - she ran. She built herself a perfectly ordinary life, and she was perfectly fine with that, thank you very much. Then the hex hit.
Now she's back behind those ivy-tangled gates, and nothing is as she left it. A feral little witchling is turning the town upside down with wild, untraceable magic. Someone - or something - is quietly pulling the Academy apart from the inside.
And then there's him: the boy she left behind - complete with stormy eyes and a bone to pick. Some witches are made. Some are born.
And some are dragged back kicking and screaming - right where they belong.
Nell Clayton didn't just leave the magical school she once called home - she ran. She built herself a perfectly ordinary life, and she was perfectly fine with that, thank you very much. Then the hex hit.
Now she's back behind those ivy-tangled gates, and nothing is as she left it. A feral little witchling is turning the town upside down with wild, untraceable magic. Someone - or something - is quietly pulling the Academy apart from the inside.
And then there's him: the boy she left behind - complete with stormy eyes and a bone to pick. Some witches are made. Some are born.
And some are dragged back kicking and screaming - right where they belong.