47. I have not heard your name

"Magic mirror, magic mirror, in the Witch Academy there lies a witch whose beauty overshadows the brightest stars, her glory yet to peak but who in the future will certainly astound the entire academy. Who is this witch?"

Before a dressing mirror, a beauty was looking at her reflection, whispering to herself.

"Of course, it's me, Dorothy dahling."

The girl thus answered her own question.

"Stop being so vain, Miss, it's time to eat."

A voice as crisp and pure as a holy song in a cathedral came from outside the room.

"Coming, coming."

At the mention of food, Dorothy quickly dismissed her usual vain thoughts as she felt her stomach grumbling. She hopped up, turned around to open her trunk, and took out her newly purchased school uniform, donning it immediately.