Ok so,

where were we?

Right.

Novices.

Well, that woman, Marelyn, the Countess, the dramatic one from the 1800s, she takes her magic candle, grabes my wrist, and sets it on fire.

As least I thought.

Oh, and I screamed. Rather embarassing, now that I looks back, but she took the flame of a candle and pressed it against my wrist, what was I supposed to do.

Lily tried to help, I think she did, my vision went fuzzy. Did I cry? I hope not. Ew. Great first impression. 

"Shut up!" Marelyn hissed. I blinked, once, twice, ten times. It didn't hurt. My wrist. Was it supposed to? Sometimes I can't feel the pain for a few seconds and then it comes hurdling at me like a rock. And now I'm mad, because what the heck? Take me to a random church thing, dump me in a room, and set my hand on fire? 

I want to go home.

Marelyn takes away the candle and presses her thumb against the spot. 

Oh. 

I'm getting my tattoo. It's been long enough now, and it doesn't hurt. Everybody was a tattoo in this building, except Lily and

Marelyn.

Curious.

My eyes still sting. I let out a break and sniff loudly. Marelyn glares at my wrist. I take it she doesn't like crybabies.

Well, she could have told me.

Is this legal?

Nothing is normal, remember? Probably not, but don't question, you'll be fine.

In a matter of seconds all that goes through my brain and Marelyn finally takes her thumb off and it's smoking. It still doesn't hurt but I close my eyes and cover my tattoo with my other hand. It's warm. I open my eyes.

Lily is crying.

Like, full on sobbing. There's snot running down her nose and her shirt is ruined and wet. I go and hug her. Marelyn waves for Lily to come up but I hold on for a few seconds more. 

"I'm okay, but be careful." I whisper into her ear. She nods and I let go.

As Lily gets her tattoo, I watch her, watch her eyes, because they hold so much emotion. She's scared, but not hurt. When Marelyn brings the fire to her wrist she closes her eyes and I can tell she's fighting back a scream.

It's done and Marelyn waves us to a table and the other kids jump to get out of our way. There's plently of space on the table. They huddle together to avoid us.

My tatto is an eye. The pupil is a star.

I don't want this tattoo, I don't know what it means, but I have it.

I eat, and try to talk to Lily. I can barely chew. People are still staring.

What did I just join?

Potato's back

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