"What makes you think are you worthy of being a Margovich witch?" the instructor asked with their nose so impossibly high up in the air I didn't think it was possible to be looked down upon to such an extent and yet here I was, in front of a panel being stared down by something out of a 5 years olds coloring book
I tear my eyes away from the instructor's forked tongue shaking my head subtly trying but failing to come to terms with all the new people-like things I've seen since stepping into this interview
