Prologue
It was the summer before my third year at Ilvermorny, when my mom dropped the bomb on me. “We’re Moving!” My mother said happily.
I pretended to be upset, when I really wasn’t. I had to, she couldn’t suspect anything to be wrong. Not when she’s also fighting a war alone, even if it’s a different war.
My dad died a year ago, and my mom has been handling the grief very well for someone who lost their everything. That’s probably why she want to leave this place-It’s a constant reminder of what we’ve lost.
“Why do we have to go?” I ask her, acting disappointed despite how much I want to leave this place, to leave them.
She swallows, “Because, we need a change of scenery, Don’t you think?”
“Fine, but where are we going?”
“We’re going to London!” She exclaims.
