pov: you’ve had a crush on the chosen one since your first year together at a school for mages. you follow him around like a fucking creep. he hates your guts.
one day, when you finally get the chance to confront him, some rich-ass vampire-looking weirdo steals your voice, which in the world of mages is the same thing as taking your goddamn life, and you suffer it for the rest of your years.
surprise, bitch. you’re philipa stainton.
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