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of town. I used to have to walk there, now however I had a bike. A Suzuki Hayabusa GSX1300R motorbike, in screaming fire engine red with gold insignia on the front side-custom paint job.
    I’d done some work for the Governor of a prison in Birmingham in January. It had been my last big pay day-five hundred an hour for eight hours a day over three days, you do the math–and most of that check after covering my bills had gone on the bike. It was brand new, shiny and I loved it. I loved the speed and it had taken me a little while to learn to ride it. It would get me to Virginia’s in no time. I checked the clock on my phone, it was nearing two in the morning but after a minute of thinking about it, I decided that I didn’t care. She’d said when I had a chance, now was convenient for me. I mounted the bike, kick started the engine and streamed off into the night.
    The lights were still on at Virginia’s when I got there. I rode the bike half way up her drive then dismounted to roll it the rest of the way. I kicked the stand down and leaned it against it; pulling the helmet from my head I adjusted my braid. My hair is long brown and when riding a motorcycle you didn’t want it flapping everywhere, it made the braid I normally kept my hair in even more practical. I rested the helmet on the seat and marched up the porch steps to the front door. Before I could knock the door whined and opened on its own. I peered inside, Virginia was not standing in the hall waiting for me but I stepped inside anyway. I didn’t call out. I pulled the photograph from my pocket determined and walked up the stairs to find her. There were voices coming from the second floor parlor, Virginia had company. The door was pulled to but a small stream of light illuminated a patch of the wooden floor. I crept towards the door avoiding the squeaking floorboard and quickly crossed the light. I leaned my right shoulder against the door jam and peered through the gap. Victoria’s guest was the Grand Magus, the head of the magical council of wizards. They were arguing about something.
    “She needs more than I can give her, she needs more training and I am not as spry as I was. I am begging you.” They were arguing about me.
    “Virginia, she’ll only cause trouble at the school, she’s not like the other students.”
    “What if I talked to one of the tutors or an enforcer? Find someone willing to tutor her privately. Her powers are growing.”
    “Even more reason for us to leave her the hell alone, we got involved before and it was a disaster.”
    “Please, Francis, she is not her mother, they don’t know about her, it won’t be the same and even if they do come, it’s cruel to leave her unprepared. She is reaching the end of her twenty-first year and has not come into her full power; she is only two weeks away from it never happening.”
    “I’m sorry, Virginia, but I must put my foot down about this,” said the Magus moving to end their conversation. “Her mother wasn’t human and neither is she and we do not mess in inhuman affairs.”
    I dropped the photograph to cover my mouth. I’d asked all sorts of questions about my mother and I’d wanted answers. I’d wanted to know why she’d left this world. If she had any family and at my lowest point I had even wondered if I was her first child. All these questions had centered around who my mother was. I’d never thought to ask what my mother was. It had never occurred to me. Not even once.
    I didn’t know whether to scream, cry, collapse or run away. In the end I choked out a squeak covering my mouth as they went silent and I scrambled to recover the photo. Virginia opened the door stepping out into the corridor to confront an intruder and her eyes widened staring at me. I felt sick and my eyes were watering, I held them wide trying to stop the tears tumbling out and ran. I nearly fell on the stairs and I could hear her calling my name but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t turn back. I