Trix was walking down the path to potions class, her broom over her shoulder and her small pumpkin purse dangling off of it. It was a gorgeous fall day with soft light and crispy leaves strewn about. The air whistled past her ears and blew her hair in a way that made her feel powerful and magical, which, of course, she was. She was the top witch in her school and one of the top in the country, or so her scores showed. She would have a promising career in any magical field she chose. Once the potions building was in sight, Trix heard some whimpering. She looked about and spied some movement in the nearby cemetery. Today was an optional study hall class anyways, so Trix figured she could be late if she felt like it, so she diverted her path to go through the cemetery. After walking past the rickety gates, she could still hear the whimpering so she followed it. It led her to a mausoleum she had never noticed before. It was rather dramatic now that Trix took it in. It looked to be made of ...