When Taylor Winthrop’s mother told her that she was to spend the next school year at her grandmother’s house in the small, country town of Wheeling, she was furious. As an eleven-year-old, she found the prospect of spending a year with an old woman very dire and dreaded it with every fiber in her body. Taylor’s thought was that if her grandmother was too sick to function on her own, why couldn’t she simply go to a nursing home, or at least have an adult relative stay with her?
Needless to say, she was under the impression that the next year of her life would be endlessly boring. But little did she know that this was the beginning of her life as a witch, and that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was just a train ride away.
How do I know this? I’m Taylor Anne Winthrop.
I’m the Necromancer.
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