[ WP ] In the world of magic , some people discriminate against others based on what type of magic they use . You , a closet necromancer , are about to come out to your devout holy mage parents .

( ( I kinda went literal with the closet thing, but enjoy! ) ) 
 
 “ I know Zed, but I can ’ t just be like, ‘ Hey guess what Mom and Dad, I like to raise the dead when you ’ re out of the house? ” Annie was having a muffled conversation in her closet. The only light was the faint glow of the cell phone she had in her hands. 
 
 
 Annie was crouched down amongst her collection of shoes. Absentmindedly, she flicked at a speck of ash on the carpet while Zed went on. 
 
 
 “ It ’ s not like you ’ re raising an undead army Ann, you ’ ve been bringing back dead pets for kids in the neighborhood. Tell your parents that, they ’ re all about ‘ saving ’ people right? ” 
 
 Annie could almost hear the air quotes as Zed spoke. The teen rolled her eyes and was about to speak when a sound from downstairs caught her attention. 
 
 “ I don ’ t know Zed, maybe you should be here with me, when I tell them. What if they try and burn me in the light pit? I mean, I don ’ t think my mom would, but my dad… ” She mumbled distractedly. It had to be her parents coming home from work. 
 
 
 “ Listen, the worst thing they could do is send you to one of the ‘ deprogramming ’ camps. Jaela ’ s parents sent her in the fourth grade, and now she ’ s working at the Temple of Light in Huston. ” 
 
 
 “ Ugh! ” Annie hung up the phone in disgust. Zed would never understand; his parents were both neutral energy users. Definitely not as prestigious as light users, but they were still accepted by either side. But what Annie was about to tell her parents, well, it wouldn ’ t go over well on either end of spectrum. 
 
 
 Die hard necromancers, as Annie had found out, don ’ t associate with the light at all. Like don ’ t go outside during the day, and it made them look akin to things they raised. There weren ’ t many die hard mancer ’ s around these days, and that prospect made Annie even more nervous. 
 In the dark, she shifted her weight to turn on her knees, facing the rear of her closet. 
 
 
 “ What is dead, may never die… ” she mumbled as she lit some of the candles on her tiny altar. It was improvised, and shoddy, littered with old chicken bones, and vials of what looked to be blood. 
 
 
 A few more whispered words and as Annie sat back on her heels, a soft mew came from her side. In the dark, the ghostly form of a kitten had appeared. It ’ s blue sheen glowed in the dark of the closet. 
 
 
 “ Heya Mittens, ready to meet my parents? ” Annie asked as she lifted the ghostly thing and nuzzled it, “ And then we ’ ll find your body and get you home, okay? ” She asked the now purring kitten as she scratched under its ethereal chin. 
 

