Charming the heart of a man is a lot more difficult than it sounds. Especially when it's already bewitched by somebody else - literally!
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All that former witch-in-training Avalon wanted was a simple job to get her life back on track and forget abo...
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"I miss Bitey."
Avalon sighed, not even stopping with shelving the glass jars containing various types of herbs. It wasn't the first time Zelo had said that over the past few days, it certainly wouldn't be the last. Standing on her toes on top of the ladder to get the last jar onto the uppermost shelf, she twisted it around so that the label was out front.
Almost done. She glanced down to the counter. Next to her lazy cat-mentor, only one jar was left. Unfortunately, it was out of her reach. And she didn't want to get off the ladder to get it. "Could you nudge that jar over there towards me, Zelo?"
Zelo barely lifted his head, his cat tail swinging to and fro as he gave the jahr a soft push with his front paw. The jar barely moved, still far out of her reach. At Avalon's exasperated grunt, Zelo meowed. "If only one of us had magical powers at her fingertips," he said.
Avalon rolled her eyes. "You know I'm still pretty dried up from last week. And Lars is out getting that deal done, so you're all that I have."
It hadn't been pleasant. It had felt like her nerves had gone on strike, telling her in constant waves of pain to stop it with the overload of power. After freeing Carol from the painting, she and her father had spent what little energy they both had left to spare on getting rid of all the sand and the damages to the property.
So. Much. Sand.
Now, even a week later, Gil sent her messages and pictures of sand that he stumbled upon in the house. But that didn't really matter on the grand scale – after all, Neymar was free of the love spell, Carol was back in reality and slowly getting back on track, and the family was reunited again. Naturally, Davi was happy as a clam to have his mother back. The whole family had spent the next few days attached at the hip.
Which left out Avalon. The now unnecessary nanny.
But that was fine. That was how things were supposed to be, she kept telling herself. Over and over again. It had given her time to help Fidelia and her coven back on their feet. Time to get back into her own world. A world that was occupied by covens, and magic, and witches, and talking cat-mentors, and helping out Lars at the store and bunking in the backroom because she was fresh out of a job and a place to stay.
A world that no longer had footballers, or cute little blonde boys, or new friends who couldn't stop asking questions about everything magical.
Zelo grit his teeth. His tone was admonishing. "I told you to let your folks handle the coven in Castelldefels. But you just had to get involved. Draining your powers like that. Serves you right for neglecting your powers for so long."
"And leave Fidelia hanging?"
"I don't remember her getting in line to help you out."
"That's because she had front row seats to Nina's magical abuse, Zelo. Not because she wasn't willing to help."
