That Crazy Witchcraft

Breakfast

Thea opened her eyes, praying to herself that it wasn't a dream. She didn't want it to end if it was. She wanted to stay in her little happiness bubble. She slowly looked around the room. She definitely wasn't in her room. She was in the guest house, master bedroom. She could tell from the decor – after all, she helped pick it. She turned in the bed. Lying next to her was the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on. 'Mate is so cute when he sleeps,' Elaia giggled. He was still sleeping peacefully, a smile on his face. She looked down to see their legs were intertwined, and she was holding his hand. She delicately used her free hand to brush his hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ear. She then traced the three freckles he had on his face.

She couldn't believe her luck, and she was just about to pinch herself when he opened his eyes.

"Good morning, beautiful," he smiled, wrapping his arm around her tightly and pulling her into him, kissing her quite passionately. Her knees grew weak, and she lost the feeling in her toes. She grabbed his cheeks in her hands and kissed him back with as much passion. "Well, that may be the best wake-up call I have ever had," he chuckled, kissing her again.

"Did you sleep ok?" She asked, running her hand up and down his arm.

"Better than I have in a long, long time. " He kissed her again. "Thank you for not making me sleep on the floor and for staying the night. I hope I behaved myself in my sleep?"

"You were a perfect gentleman," she giggled, kissing him. What followed was about twenty minutes of kissing and heavy petting. Nothing further, but it was enough to have poor Thea positively glowing.

"So, breakfast?" Bowie asked, smiling.

Thea froze. "Oh my goodness, what time is it?" She gasped, jumping from the bed.

Bowie checking his watch answered. "A little before 6.30am. Why?"

"Because I have to make breakfast for everyone." She said, hopping around and looking for her clothes. She stopped suddenly and turned to Bowie. "How would you feel if I used a little magic?"

Bowie shot up in the bed. "I get to see?" Thea nodded. "Sure!" He beamed.

She flicked her finger and new clothes magically appeared on her body as her hair tidied itself up, into loose curls and her dress from last night transforming into a pair of black jeans, her vans and a white top. Her makeup refreshed itself, and within the space of five seconds, Thea looked like she had just spent two hours getting ready.

"That is amazing!" Bowie laughed. "You must never be late for anything."

"Not usually," she laughed. "Want me to do you?"

"You can?" Bowie asked, standing. He was wearing a pair of pyjama bottoms and nothing else but with another flick of Thea's finger, he was suddenly in black jeans, a white top, white trainers, and a light grey shacket "So you are gorgeous and stylish? What did I do to deserve you?" He leaned in and kissed her. She leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed him back before pulling him out of the bedroom.

The house was pretty empty, but there was plenty of noise to be heard, although Thea couldn't figure out what it was or where it was coming from.

"My pack are in the garden doing a morning workout," Bowie explained as they entered the kitchen. "I should really go out and say good morning.... unless you need help here?"

"Nope, I work better when I don't have handsome men watching me," she sang as she opened the fridge and began to take out ingredients. Bowie watched her for a few seconds before he winked at her and headed off to get a report from Rowan.

The real Rowan who was busy currently doing press ups on the grass. "Morning," Bowie called, and everyone jumped to attention and stood in a military stance.