Madeline Curtis, a runaway from small town in Washington, finds herself in the streets of Hollywood looking for a place to stay when she encounters a strange hooded man. In less than a second poor Madeline's entire life was flipped upside down and s...
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'You and her combined could defeat anyone who comes your way.'
My grandfather clock rang, "Three a.m. now, Bones."
Bones sat patiently at the foot of my bed, simply because of the fact that Madeline had been isolating herself in her room all day. Oliver too, he'd been beating himself up for losing her that night.
Bones barked. I forgot about the permanent potion I'd promised him earlier in the day, but now it was more important to see the future than to hear a dumb dog talk.
"We need to see what's coming first." I placed my pointer finger on his nose to shut him up, a beautiful antique ring on it.
He growled but I ignored it quickly. I don't know why Madeline brought him into this house. He was a dog who she found in a forest while catching fish. Why would you bring home a dog who likes fish? He smells like one too, no potion could get rid of that breath.
He barked again but this time I was annoyed by what he didn't say. Hurrily, I reached for a spell bottle before pushing inside its ingredients and burning a candle to seal it shut. I scanned the room for something to use as a makeshift collar and stopped when I saw a thin piece of rope on the floor.
"One second," I whispered to Bones as I crouched down in front of him to tie the rope around his neck. I cut it accordingly before using the excess piece of rope to tie around the spell jar and onto the collar. I tied it with a knot to make sure it wouldn't slide off his neck and placed my hands on my hips with a mod when it was a success.
"Is that better?" I asked, slightly annoyed by the process but proud of myself for how quickly I'd been able to do it.
"Is that better? Boy, I feel like I have enough energy to talk for days!" Bones said enthusiastically before running along the walls of my bedroom.
"Don't." I said sternly. The witch's hour was the most important part of the day for me and if this dumb dog ruined it, he'd be our dinner tonight.
I turned back to my desk and searched through my things for the little black carpet I used for nights like these especially. I frowned when I found it on the floor, subject to Bones' sugar rush.
"Bones!" I shouted loud enough for the house to hear. He skidded to a stop in front of me and his tail stopped wagging. "You need to calm down or get out."
"I'll calm down, i'll calm down." He whispered meekly before crawling underneath my bed and placing his head on his paws.
Finally peaceful, I unrolled the carpet in the middle of my room before sitting on top of it, crossing my legs and placing my hands on the top of my knees, my ring fingers to my thumbs.
