"You're a Witch."

Surely anyone else would've laughed if they heard this on their 21st birthday as well, but when no one else even smiled as the candles illuminated the name on the cake she found herself surrounded by seriousness. The elder faces almost had a manic spark in their eyes in the darkness of the room, causing a chill to skate across her skin.
Their voices chimed in sync almost like a church choir.

"Katherine Maria Rowletty, preferably known as Kate, you are the 170th generation of the Rowletty witchline. Heir to the Rowletty Fortune, now the youngest witch descendant of our Mother-Witch Clarice Unita Rowletty."

Kate blinked as they spoke barely understanding what they were saying, she knew of course that her family were considered one of the richer households in the country but never expected this.
Of course, after realising that they weren't joking she figured it was a test or some bizarre orientation, anything was more believable than telling her she's a descendant of a mythical creature. Besides Kate had never done anything magical besides acing all her GCSEs, even then that had been the miracle of studying until 2 am on a Saturday.

Suddenly the lights burst awake above them making her eyes squint at first hardly even noticing that her family had jumped from 6 to 13! They even wore cult-like robes, thankfully the light had revealed some of the distant family she knew like Uncle Frankie and cousin Louis, yet, a lot of the faces there were new and unfamiliar.

"What's going on?"

A giggle emitted from her mother whose curls bounced against her shoulder, all the eyes in the crowd staring deeply into Kate as if awaiting for wings to sprout.
"What else silly! Your first power to blossom! It doesn't take that long after all."

Kate blinked in disbelief, if this had been a prank she had to congratulate their adamance. She scoffed in her head at the likelihood that she was anything special, already that knowing just as everybody is unique...Nobody is.
An urge to run her hand through her hair grew strongly, a sudden scream left her mouth when seeing white flames encapsulate her hand.

"Interesting...I've never seen white flames before, I was sure she would be blue flames just like her great uncle."

Kate looked at all of them while waving her hand about frantically, shouting.

"HELLO?! HAND ON FIRE!!"

A shaky hand grabbed her wrist, kind eyes looking into Kate as the flames slowly winked into the skin. The hand that held her by the wrist receded, a familiar old voice she had always known since she could remember spoke.
"Mother-Witch Clarice Rowletty has chosen. For the first time since the first generations, we have been blessed...with an Angelis!"

Kate leaned her head to the side instinctively with a single thought, watching as her grandmother was smiling without showing the long-gone teeth. Everyone cheering as she only heard one clear thing at that moment...

What the Hell is an 'Angelis'!?