• I am a witch. A white witch to be exact. There are only a few of
us that exist. Or that I know of. I have never met another white
witch before. How do you tell who is a witch and who isn’t? My
grandmother was going to teach me that, until she passed away.
She passed away three months before the fire. Damon, the
handsome stranger that came to my rescue that fatal day, has let
me live with him. He is a white witch too.
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• His whole family are white witches. Yeah, I almost choked on my
dinner, when they told me. After dinner, they all took turns
teaching me how to recognize another white witch versus a black
one. The black ones as you can guess practice black magic.
There’s a special stone that heats up, when you’re near another
witch. If the stone turns white, you are safe. Because it’s a white
witch. If it stays black, you better run! Black witch alert!