Brown University Library, where she spent the remainder of that soggy afternoon holed up at a desk with several books around her, working on dissertation theories.
Darkness had fallen when she returned home. There was a note from Dagne stuck in her door Came by to pick up some stuff and Rachel panicked for a moment, thinking stuff equaled the spell book. But it was exactly where shed left it, on the kitchen bar, a couple of pages dog-eared. So she made herself a box of macaroni and cheese (not exactly healthy, but she really didnt have much else, as it was obvious Myron had been by, too), then wandered into the living room, flicked on the TV, and then promptly got up and left it on, off to find her Pilates book.
She returned to the living room a little later dressed in yoga clothes, her hair knotted into what Dagne called her Mickey Mouse looktwo knots atop her headand her yoga mat. And while Korean TV played in the backgroundsome sort of variety show with Asian subtitles (the need for which fascinated her)she worked through her Pilates book until her muscles screamed at her.
Now she was ready for a few spells.
Dagne said atmosphere was very important, so she wandered around her house and gathered up all the candles she could find.
Once she had the candles lit and placed around the room to create the right atmosphere, she flipped off Korean TV, opened the spell book to one of the pages she had marked, took the lavender silk chenille and Dagnes magic amulet, and placed them together. And then she rounded up a saucer, a pair of scissors, and some matches.
She read the spell several times, thought if Grandma knew what she was doing, shed have a double coronary on the spot.
But she was, she knew, attracted to this guy big time, and she supposed she was willing to walk the extra mile albeit an extremely bizarre mile.
And in fact, the whole thing was so stupid to the intellectual side of her that she read the spell once more, wondered if the position of the moon or whatever really mattered like the spell book said, remembered all the things Dagne told her she had to do, and at last stood, let her hair down (atmosphere), draped the length of chenille on the floor, and cut an inch across the bottom. She picked up the chenille from the floor and draped it around her shoulders. Then she took a match, lit it, and held it to the piece of chenille shed cut. When it caught fire, she dropped it into the saucer, held the saucer up before her, and said solemnly, From these ashes smoke will rise, and lift my color to his eyes.
She put the saucer down, picked up the amulet, and began to swing it above the saucer as she walked in a circle. The color of me shall my true love see, she said, her voice rising and falling like she had heard on the WBs Charmed , and instantly know his desire for me.
She paused there, watched the last of the chenille burn and tried not to wrinkle her nose, because it really stunk. Then circled again, chanting the same spell two more times. Once shed done three recitations, she put the amulet down, and as Dagne had instructed her, she stood above the burned fabric and waved her hands in a circular, witchy way, dissipating the smoke.
After a few moments of that, it was over.
Rachel stood, hands on hips, and stared down at the plate. Was it her, or were all these spells a little anticli-mactic? It would be cool if lightning would flash, or a clap of thunder would rattle her bungalow. But so far in her experience, there was only a mess to clean up.
She cleaned up this mess, then gathered up the spell book and moved to her bedroom, laid the spell book on her bed, and returned to the living room for her candles. She brought a half-dozen to the master bath, another half-dozen for her bedroom, then started running the water for her bath.. She undressed, added bubble bath, decided there wasnt enough light in the bathroom, and looked out the door, into her room for the miniature twin torcheres Myron had given her.
Darkness had fallen when she returned home. There was a note from Dagne stuck in her door Came by to pick up some stuff and Rachel panicked for a moment, thinking stuff equaled the spell book. But it was exactly where shed left it, on the kitchen bar, a couple of pages dog-eared. So she made herself a box of macaroni and cheese (not exactly healthy, but she really didnt have much else, as it was obvious Myron had been by, too), then wandered into the living room, flicked on the TV, and then promptly got up and left it on, off to find her Pilates book.
She returned to the living room a little later dressed in yoga clothes, her hair knotted into what Dagne called her Mickey Mouse looktwo knots atop her headand her yoga mat. And while Korean TV played in the backgroundsome sort of variety show with Asian subtitles (the need for which fascinated her)she worked through her Pilates book until her muscles screamed at her.
Now she was ready for a few spells.
Dagne said atmosphere was very important, so she wandered around her house and gathered up all the candles she could find.
Once she had the candles lit and placed around the room to create the right atmosphere, she flipped off Korean TV, opened the spell book to one of the pages she had marked, took the lavender silk chenille and Dagnes magic amulet, and placed them together. And then she rounded up a saucer, a pair of scissors, and some matches.
She read the spell several times, thought if Grandma knew what she was doing, shed have a double coronary on the spot.
But she was, she knew, attracted to this guy big time, and she supposed she was willing to walk the extra mile albeit an extremely bizarre mile.
And in fact, the whole thing was so stupid to the intellectual side of her that she read the spell once more, wondered if the position of the moon or whatever really mattered like the spell book said, remembered all the things Dagne told her she had to do, and at last stood, let her hair down (atmosphere), draped the length of chenille on the floor, and cut an inch across the bottom. She picked up the chenille from the floor and draped it around her shoulders. Then she took a match, lit it, and held it to the piece of chenille shed cut. When it caught fire, she dropped it into the saucer, held the saucer up before her, and said solemnly, From these ashes smoke will rise, and lift my color to his eyes.
She put the saucer down, picked up the amulet, and began to swing it above the saucer as she walked in a circle. The color of me shall my true love see, she said, her voice rising and falling like she had heard on the WBs Charmed , and instantly know his desire for me.
She paused there, watched the last of the chenille burn and tried not to wrinkle her nose, because it really stunk. Then circled again, chanting the same spell two more times. Once shed done three recitations, she put the amulet down, and as Dagne had instructed her, she stood above the burned fabric and waved her hands in a circular, witchy way, dissipating the smoke.
After a few moments of that, it was over.
Rachel stood, hands on hips, and stared down at the plate. Was it her, or were all these spells a little anticli-mactic? It would be cool if lightning would flash, or a clap of thunder would rattle her bungalow. But so far in her experience, there was only a mess to clean up.
She cleaned up this mess, then gathered up the spell book and moved to her bedroom, laid the spell book on her bed, and returned to the living room for her candles. She brought a half-dozen to the master bath, another half-dozen for her bedroom, then started running the water for her bath.. She undressed, added bubble bath, decided there wasnt enough light in the bathroom, and looked out the door, into her room for the miniature twin torcheres Myron had given her.
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