<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"><b><u>Abbey Chase</u></b></span><br/>Abbey smiled and said<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Well, isn't the whole point of the witches of the Order to give implicit consent. I mean, as far as I understand it, it's a conscious choice to be of service. Now, I didn't exactly understand what it meant to be a witch of the Order when I was sorted, but now that I have somewhat of a better understanding, I would not say no to being selected as a witch of the Order. My own realm is full of examples where minorities are treated poorly, minorities are ignored or shunned. This sort of inequality breeds resentment, breeds discontent and that leads to violence. So it's interesting to see that there are witches in your realm which are ready and willing to be of service, without being asked."</span>She would pause for a second and add<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Let me put it to you another way. Why should you have to ask for basic sustenance. When I go to the mess hall, I don't ask the sandwich if I can eat it. I don't ask the glass of ice tea if I can drink it. Having to ask for sustenance strikes me as unfair in a strange way. Obviously, that's just my 'one day in the magical world' point of view"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(239, 239, 239)">After a pause she said </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"And to answer your question. I'm not exactly sure what you mean by discover my powers. My introduction to magic was a demon in my house, presumably there to kill me. I ended up being saved by... well I'm assuming by a wizard or whatnot. All I remember is a bright flash of light, a pile of ashes in the middle of the living room rug and... Well eventually, an invitation to this academy. I thought it was some sort of hallucination, but here I am. As for being odd.... Aren't we all? I mean, I guess my life isn't overly standard. I'm an orphan, was adopted only to have my father walk out of my mum and me. She raised me proper. worked hard, made sure I did the same. Was always top of my class. And at 12, became a model which ended up paying the bills at home. And around my 16th birthday, just when I was getting ready to go big in my modelling career, my mum fell ill and almost died. Spent the next two years taking care of her while attending school and doing a few modelling gigs here and there to make sure we could pay all our bills. And now, here I am, dressed in latex in a world that people in my realm all think is pure fantasy..."</span>