“You are,” she said. “Witches.”

To say the least, they did not believe her. Besides, even if they ignored the fact that the word "witch" was local, orphanage slang, the image it conjured was not a good one - the pointed black hat, the scary sneer, the evil broomstick - right then, none of it sounded appealing, none of it sounded impressive.

They went with her, and became students of the Revour Academy of Magic.