2: Clock, Chemicals & the Crack

The next morning, Seraphine crept down the stairs in her oversized sleep shirt and the faded slippers she kept hidden from the world. The hallway light buzzed faintly overhead, casting a sterile glow that always lingered in her aunt and uncle's estate, reminiscent of a hotel that didn't expect its guests to linger long.

  When she reached the laundry room, an unsettling silence met her.

  Seraphine paused at the doorway.

  A brand new washing machine gleamed back, chrome and pristine, still encased in plastic wrap. But in her mind, the shadow of the other one loomed, the one that had... exploded.

  As she edged closer, doubts swirled. Was this some cruel trick? She reached out tentatively, as if it might bite her.

  "You're lucky no one else saw it," a voice chimed in, making her jump.

  Juna, one of the housemaids, stood just behind her, a folded towel resting against her hip. Her soft brown eyes, perpetually warm yet weary, seemed to know more than she let on.

  "You replaced it?" Seraphine asked, tension softening her voice.

  Juna nodded, a faint smile breaking across her lips. "Got it from storage. No one pays attention down here but me. I thought you'd appreciate skipping another lecture."

  "I didn't mean to break it," Seraphine mumbled, tracing an invisible line on the counter with her finger. "I barely touched it, and then boom."

  "Magic boom?" Juna teased softly.

  Seraphine leaned against the counter and let out a sigh. "Something like that."

  In a house filled with voices, Juna was the only one who truly saw her. More than a maid, she was Seraphine's confidante, the sister she never had, always willing to listen to her wild truths, no matter how crazy they seemed.

  "I swear I didn't imagine it," Seraphine insisted. "I've tried to show you before the flickering lights, the strange thing in the garden. It only happens when it wants to. It's like something inside me just... snaps, waiting for me to get upset."

  Juna folded the towel more deliberately this time. "You've been through a lot, Sera. Sometimes, your mind plays tricks. Maybe it's anger. Grief. It's possible you're holding so much in that it seeps out unexpectedly."

  Seraphine stared down at her hands, the weight of doubt pressing down on her. "So, you don't believe me either."

  "I didn't say that," Juna replied gently. "I just think... perhaps your magic isn't out to hurt you. Maybe it's trying to wake you up."

  Seraphine frowned, struggling to grasp the meaning behind Juna's words. "What does that even mean?"

  Juna handed her the towel and whispered, "Drink your tea before it gets cold. Go to school. We'll talk more tonight, okay?"

  Seraphine nodded but remained silent as she accepted the towel, retreating upstairs to prepare herself in solitude.

  By the time she reached the kitchen, her tea had cooled, untouched.

  Sitting with her back straight, she stirred the tea without tasting it. Her uncle and aunt were absent, leaving behind only a briefcase opened carelessly on the counter and a plate of croissants waiting for attention.

  As she watched the tea swirl, a flicker of panic gripped her. What if Juna was correct? What if all of this, her magic was just a figment of her imagination constructed to fill the maddening silence surrounding her?

  What if there was something fundamentally wrong with her? She thought about her hair, once a vibrant red, now fading to hues of an unnatural green under certain lights. It had changed without her doing anything.

  Rubbing her eyes in frustration, she felt her sanity slip through her fingers.

  "Seraphine!" Callister's voice echoed impatiently from the hallway. "It's time to go!"

  With a resigned sigh, she grabbed her bag.

  Callister, her cousin in title only, came off more like a spoiled rich boy, one with a too-tight tie and a God complex. Though they attended the same prep school, he never acknowledged her presence in public.

  The ride to school was a dismal silence, punctuated solely by the driver glancing nervously at the rearview mirror. Seraphine turned her gaze out the window, watching the world blur past.

  The school loomed ahead, sterile and lifeless. Too expensive, too pretentious another forgettable place defined by rules, uniforms, and a sea of students pretending to be flawless.

  Chemistry was her first class, not her favorite but tolerable due to its solitude. No one bothered her, a small blessing in a sea of judgment.

  The classroom was filled with the acrid smells of rubbing alcohol, pencil shavings, and whatever industrial cleaner was used to scrub away past messes.

  Mr. Beck, their teacher, had already started droning on about the day's experiment. "Basic reactive pairings. Follow instructions. No improvisation. If anything explodes again, I will not cover for you."

  Seraphine rolled her eyes as she took her seat, already knowing trouble lay ahead.

  Her lab partner today was Lucas Trent, an awful idea in human form. He doused himself in cologne, practically lived at the gym, and once approached her with an overly confident grin as if asking her out was some grand favor.

  He was already toying with the Bunsen burner.

  "Seriously?" she muttered under her breath.

  "Relax, Sera," Lucas grinned, puffing out his chest. "I know what I'm doing."

  "You skipped two steps," she warned, anxiety rising.

  "It's just a little shortcut!" he shot back, overly confident.

  She glanced at the chemicals on the table, Ferrous Sulfate and Sodium Hydroxide. Not a good mix.

  "Lucas, don't..."

  But it was too late. He poured, and the reaction began.

  Everything came to a screeching halt.

  The beaker, once bubbling with fervent energy, froze in place. The flame flickering beneath it hung motionless, as if caught in a moment of disbelief. Lucas' mid-smirk was a statue of shock, his wide eyes fixed on the impending chaos.

  Seraphine, however, was still in control.

  She stumbled back from the table, her heart racing like a drum. "What the hell..."

  Her voice echoed in a muffled haze, as if she were submerged underwater. Panic surged within her as she spun around, taking in the eerie stillness that enveloped the classroom.

  Smoke coiled through the air like a ghostly specter. Her gaze dropped to her hands...

  They were glowing.

  Bright, menacing blue.

  Her veins pulsed with an electric luminescence.

  "No, no, no, this isn't happening" she murmured, disbelief clawing at her throat.

  A sharp, high-pitched crack pulled her gaze back to the beaker.

  It was fracturing.

  Instinct kicked in; she lunged forward, fear overriding every ounce of rational thought.

  Then the air twisted around her.

  Something inside her shattered.

  BOOM.

  Time surged back into motion.

  The explosion tore through the room like a living entity.

  Lucas's scream cut through the chaos as he was hurled backward. Shards of glass erupted in all directions. Smoke billowed, filling the space, while the fire alarms blared their frantic warnings.

  Students hit the ground, scrambling for safety. Chemicals pooled and spilled, a wild spectrum of colors erupting across the floor.

  Amidst the turmoil, Seraphine remained eerily still at the center of it all, untouched.

  She felt no heat. No smoke burned her lungs.

  Instead, she felt...

  Alive.

  Her fingers ignited with sparks. The green glow flickered but refused to extinguish.

  All eyes were on her now.

  Even Mr. Beck watched in silent shock.

  And just then, the fire warden burst through the door, eyes wide with disbelief.

  In the trembling silence that followed, Seraphine understood:

  She was still glowing.

  And there was no hiding it now.