Nightingale High School
Nightingale coven headquarters were located in a building that was barely less old than the city it was built in. Based on the style of architecture, I would've dated it somewhere in the late eighteen century. It was, on the first glance, quite unassuming—there were a lot of the old buildings in this part of the city—but as I walked closer, I found it to be just an illusion.
It was all in the glances. Normally, there were no reasons for random strangers to give me looks of curiosity, awe or envy or any looks at all besides occasional leering sometimes. But the closer I went, the more I got of these. From virtual strangers, no less! I even paused for a moment, pretending to check something on my phone and instead looking at them through my well. A few of them were witches—but only a few.