Magic and Mayhem: Witch and Were (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Eliza Gayle Page A
Authors: Eliza Gayle
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something like this. I could try to reschedule. I glanced down at my hands now paws and wanted to cry. Kind of hard to make a phone call or send a text without opposable thumbs.
From the corner of my eye I saw Norman still crouched on the bed, looking at me with an evil eye. "Don't look at me like that. For all I know this is all your fault. What kind of familiar doesn't have his witch's back?"
As usual he didn't talk back. Apparently my limited magic affected him too, leaving us no way to communicate except for my talking and his weird cat noises and now apparently hissing and growling.
I turned away from him. "Thanks for nothing." I headed into the bathroom only to realize I couldn't do anything. I couldn't take a shower, fix my hair or even apply my morning makeup.
I sat heavily on my rump and braced for tears that never came. What was that about? I should have already collapsed in a massive ball of crying, shaking white fur. Instead I was eyeballing the plush bathroom rug and thinking about curling up for a nice nap?
What the hell?
I laid down and rested my head on the floor between my two front paws. I clearly could do nothing about a spell now, but I could at least catch up on some Zs and start dreaming up my creative comeback to whoever thought this even a little amusing.
And as soon as I got out of this predicament I would beg and plead for another meeting with my potential investors. If that didn't work out, then whomever thought this prank had to happen would be the proud new investor in my new skin care line.
One way or another I would expand my business. As my mind wandered my body began to warm. First it soothed me and then it got really HOT. I turned to look and found an orange glow covered me all the way to my tail and toes.
Oh my Goddess. I had a freaking tail. Kill me now.
It was then I realized a more powerful magic than I normally conjured had worked its way over and in me, causing my body to ripple and shift back to my normal form.
"Yes." I cried out, pumping my fist. Maybe I could make my meeting if I moved fast enough."
I jumped up and hurried into the bathroom, taking the fastest shower in the west, before hopping out and wrapping a towel around my body and my hair.
I proceeded to run through my bedroom suite grabbing the clothes I had prepared the night before, haphazardly dressing as I went.
Back in the bathroom I made a hasty attempt at makeup before unwrapping my hair to—
"Holy shit. You have got to be kidding me." What else was going to go wrong today?
Again, that evil bitch of a mirror had decided to play a trick on me. Yes, I was still human and no, I did not suddenly age overnight. At least my face still looked twenty-something. But my hair...
Oh my Goddess. My hair.
My beautiful, perfect shade of chestnut that never needed a drop of dye in my entire life had big swaths of white streaks running through it.
I stared at my reflection in abject horror. This was a nightmare. How could I go to my meeting like this? I grumbled all the way into my closet and began surveying my options. There were a few old hats, and a wide array of colorful scarves. A shudder swept down my spine.
My head wrapped in a scarf sounded about as appealing as a Brazilian wax given by my worst enemy. Not to mention...OLD. If I'm going to wrap my head in a scarf I might as well start looking for my retirement home. It was the logical next step.
Yes, I was being dramatic. And no, I didn't care. A lot of people have issues with aging. Just ask one of the many thousands of plastic surgeons who make millions from people doing anything and everything to keep their clients from looking their age.
I grabbed an old fedora I couldn't remember where I got and finished getting ready.
As soon as the meeting was over, I'd head to the drugstore and buy my first box of hair color. I didn't want to go to a hairdresser and take the chance I'd be seen. A lot of people knew it was my birthday, although almost none of them
From the corner of my eye I saw Norman still crouched on the bed, looking at me with an evil eye. "Don't look at me like that. For all I know this is all your fault. What kind of familiar doesn't have his witch's back?"
As usual he didn't talk back. Apparently my limited magic affected him too, leaving us no way to communicate except for my talking and his weird cat noises and now apparently hissing and growling.
I turned away from him. "Thanks for nothing." I headed into the bathroom only to realize I couldn't do anything. I couldn't take a shower, fix my hair or even apply my morning makeup.
I sat heavily on my rump and braced for tears that never came. What was that about? I should have already collapsed in a massive ball of crying, shaking white fur. Instead I was eyeballing the plush bathroom rug and thinking about curling up for a nice nap?
What the hell?
I laid down and rested my head on the floor between my two front paws. I clearly could do nothing about a spell now, but I could at least catch up on some Zs and start dreaming up my creative comeback to whoever thought this even a little amusing.
And as soon as I got out of this predicament I would beg and plead for another meeting with my potential investors. If that didn't work out, then whomever thought this prank had to happen would be the proud new investor in my new skin care line.
One way or another I would expand my business. As my mind wandered my body began to warm. First it soothed me and then it got really HOT. I turned to look and found an orange glow covered me all the way to my tail and toes.
Oh my Goddess. I had a freaking tail. Kill me now.
It was then I realized a more powerful magic than I normally conjured had worked its way over and in me, causing my body to ripple and shift back to my normal form.
"Yes." I cried out, pumping my fist. Maybe I could make my meeting if I moved fast enough."
I jumped up and hurried into the bathroom, taking the fastest shower in the west, before hopping out and wrapping a towel around my body and my hair.
I proceeded to run through my bedroom suite grabbing the clothes I had prepared the night before, haphazardly dressing as I went.
Back in the bathroom I made a hasty attempt at makeup before unwrapping my hair to—
"Holy shit. You have got to be kidding me." What else was going to go wrong today?
Again, that evil bitch of a mirror had decided to play a trick on me. Yes, I was still human and no, I did not suddenly age overnight. At least my face still looked twenty-something. But my hair...
Oh my Goddess. My hair.
My beautiful, perfect shade of chestnut that never needed a drop of dye in my entire life had big swaths of white streaks running through it.
I stared at my reflection in abject horror. This was a nightmare. How could I go to my meeting like this? I grumbled all the way into my closet and began surveying my options. There were a few old hats, and a wide array of colorful scarves. A shudder swept down my spine.
My head wrapped in a scarf sounded about as appealing as a Brazilian wax given by my worst enemy. Not to mention...OLD. If I'm going to wrap my head in a scarf I might as well start looking for my retirement home. It was the logical next step.
Yes, I was being dramatic. And no, I didn't care. A lot of people have issues with aging. Just ask one of the many thousands of plastic surgeons who make millions from people doing anything and everything to keep their clients from looking their age.
I grabbed an old fedora I couldn't remember where I got and finished getting ready.
As soon as the meeting was over, I'd head to the drugstore and buy my first box of hair color. I didn't want to go to a hairdresser and take the chance I'd be seen. A lot of people knew it was my birthday, although almost none of them
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