do magic I still hadn’t learned. I’d let Fiona perform her spell though I didn’t have my hopes set high.
“Don’t they have dried bat wings?” A loud clatter echoed around the small stone room as Fiona searched.
“What are you going to do with bat wings?” My voice rose in pitch at the thought of using something so disgusting. I was fine with herbs, but when spells called for animal parts, I became apprehensive.
“Help protect you, duh,” Fiona answered. “Here it is!” She placed the supplies in a large glass bowl and motioned with her head for me to follow. We made our way upstairs and into my bedroom. Fiona sat Indian-style on the floor, and I mimicked her. She took everything out of the bowl and placed it in front of her. I watched the concentration on her face in awe. Fiona always used magic, but I’d never seen her cast a spell. She manipulated objects all the time, but never did anything as ritualistic as this. Six white candles floated around us in a perfect circle. When they landed on the floor their wicks popped to life with a bright flame.
The glass bowl filled with a mixture of herbs and other unsavory objects as Fiona began concocting the spell. She held her hand out, palm side up, and I gave her my hand. She grabbed a pearl handled knife and held it to my finger before stabbing the tip inside. I shrieked and tried to tear my hand away, but she held it over the mixture.
“We need your blood to bind the spell to you,” she said.
Crimson droplets dripped into the bowl and sizzled in the herbs. I looked up at Fiona with wide eyes, but the smile on her face said everything was all right. Spell casting was always fascinating, but I never had an urge to practice it because every spell called for blood. Call me crazy, but I preferred my blood to stay in my body. “What do we do now?”
Fiona chanted words I couldn’t understand and lit the mixture on fire. A whoosh of flames erupted within the bowl and dissipated just as quickly. Dark red smoke curled upward and traveled towards me. I sat rigid as the tendrils coiled around my body. The smoke appeared to be fading, but the more I watched it dance around my body, I realized it wasn’t vanishing; it was soaking into my skin.
“Fiona, what’s going on?” I held out my trembling arms and swallowed back the horror as my skin absorbed the smoke.
“It’s working!” Fiona squealed as a huge smile appeared on her face.
“Why do you sound surprised?”
Fiona was quiet for a moment as she bit her bottom lip and looked at me through her eyelashes. “I’m a beginner, Gwen. Sometimes, not all the time…” her voice trailed off and her face twisted slightly.
“Get on with it, Fiona.”
“Some of my spells haven’t worked, but this one is.”
My eyes closed, and I took a deep breath. The last thing I needed was to be used as Fiona’s guinea pig. I hoped she was right and that the smoke from the spell was supposed to absorb into my skin. “Okay, so what is the spell supposed to do?”
She picked up the supplies. “It’ll block Ian from entering your dreams, cool, right?”
A surge of energy rushed through my body like I overdosed on caffeine. I couldn’t stop from pacing around my bedroom and fidgeting.
“Um, Fiona?”
“Yeah?” She looked up.
“I think you did something wrong, I’m energized like the Duracell bunny.” My voice was excited yet panicked. I began jumping up and down, unable to control the hyperness and needing an ou t let. I wanted to do a million things at once, but my mind couldn’t figure out which one to do first.
Fiona watched me and then looked back down at the ingredients. “I don’t know what happened; I did exactly what the book said. Stay here, I’ll go get Ethan.” She rushed out of room.
I rolled my neck to try to ease the tension, but the action did nothing to calm me down. I couldn’t just stand and wait, my body wanted to move. Heading downstairs, I made my way towards the gym. A
“Don’t they have dried bat wings?” A loud clatter echoed around the small stone room as Fiona searched.
“What are you going to do with bat wings?” My voice rose in pitch at the thought of using something so disgusting. I was fine with herbs, but when spells called for animal parts, I became apprehensive.
“Help protect you, duh,” Fiona answered. “Here it is!” She placed the supplies in a large glass bowl and motioned with her head for me to follow. We made our way upstairs and into my bedroom. Fiona sat Indian-style on the floor, and I mimicked her. She took everything out of the bowl and placed it in front of her. I watched the concentration on her face in awe. Fiona always used magic, but I’d never seen her cast a spell. She manipulated objects all the time, but never did anything as ritualistic as this. Six white candles floated around us in a perfect circle. When they landed on the floor their wicks popped to life with a bright flame.
The glass bowl filled with a mixture of herbs and other unsavory objects as Fiona began concocting the spell. She held her hand out, palm side up, and I gave her my hand. She grabbed a pearl handled knife and held it to my finger before stabbing the tip inside. I shrieked and tried to tear my hand away, but she held it over the mixture.
“We need your blood to bind the spell to you,” she said.
Crimson droplets dripped into the bowl and sizzled in the herbs. I looked up at Fiona with wide eyes, but the smile on her face said everything was all right. Spell casting was always fascinating, but I never had an urge to practice it because every spell called for blood. Call me crazy, but I preferred my blood to stay in my body. “What do we do now?”
Fiona chanted words I couldn’t understand and lit the mixture on fire. A whoosh of flames erupted within the bowl and dissipated just as quickly. Dark red smoke curled upward and traveled towards me. I sat rigid as the tendrils coiled around my body. The smoke appeared to be fading, but the more I watched it dance around my body, I realized it wasn’t vanishing; it was soaking into my skin.
“Fiona, what’s going on?” I held out my trembling arms and swallowed back the horror as my skin absorbed the smoke.
“It’s working!” Fiona squealed as a huge smile appeared on her face.
“Why do you sound surprised?”
Fiona was quiet for a moment as she bit her bottom lip and looked at me through her eyelashes. “I’m a beginner, Gwen. Sometimes, not all the time…” her voice trailed off and her face twisted slightly.
“Get on with it, Fiona.”
“Some of my spells haven’t worked, but this one is.”
My eyes closed, and I took a deep breath. The last thing I needed was to be used as Fiona’s guinea pig. I hoped she was right and that the smoke from the spell was supposed to absorb into my skin. “Okay, so what is the spell supposed to do?”
She picked up the supplies. “It’ll block Ian from entering your dreams, cool, right?”
A surge of energy rushed through my body like I overdosed on caffeine. I couldn’t stop from pacing around my bedroom and fidgeting.
“Um, Fiona?”
“Yeah?” She looked up.
“I think you did something wrong, I’m energized like the Duracell bunny.” My voice was excited yet panicked. I began jumping up and down, unable to control the hyperness and needing an ou t let. I wanted to do a million things at once, but my mind couldn’t figure out which one to do first.
Fiona watched me and then looked back down at the ingredients. “I don’t know what happened; I did exactly what the book said. Stay here, I’ll go get Ethan.” She rushed out of room.
I rolled my neck to try to ease the tension, but the action did nothing to calm me down. I couldn’t just stand and wait, my body wanted to move. Heading downstairs, I made my way towards the gym. A
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