Hallow's: Witch's Brew

Seven

Chinchilla- Little Girl Gone

"You have been busy," Mom says as she walks in with a huge tupperware in her arms. 

She sets it down on the two-person table I set up in front of the kitchen. It's been a week since I arrived and I am settling in just fine. I still need a couple of more things for my room upstairs but almost everything is where I want it to be.

"What is that?" I ask pushing the staircase in so it doesn't block the door. 

"Chicken strips. I made them for you," she grins. 

"You made me fifty pounds of chicken strips?" I laugh. 

"And fries," she adds with a smirk. 

"I can eat three at best and a handful of these fries," I say taking a plate from the cupboard along with the tea leaf pack for Spencer. "This is for Spencer. Tell him I'm sorry for taking so long. I had to dry some of these," 

"You can give it to him in a bit. I invited them over," 

"Mom," I groan. "What the fuck?" 

"Watch your tongue," she glares at me. 

"I don't want Noah coming around here for no fucking reason, Mom," 

"Gaz, I need you to speak to him like an adult," 

"You need me to? What about what I need? Have you stopped to think about that?" 

"Yes, which is why I invited him. You want for him not to be here. That's not the same thing," 

"You are driving me crazy with this shit, Mom. I can't set up the bookstore and play your-" The knock at the door stops me.

"Just play nice. Noah is a very big part of the community now. You're going to need his help," 

I don't argue with her as she dusts my shirt off and straightens up my hair and glasses not caring that I am glaring daggers at her. She smiles when she's done and goes to open the door when there's a second knock. 

"Mrs. Periwinkle," Spencer muses and hugs my mother. He grins when he looks up at me. "What would you prefer I call you?" 

"Gaz is fine," I smile because Spencer has an insanely bright aura. 

"Gaz," he extends his arms out for me. I hug him. 

"I made you the Tea you asked for," I say pointing at the package. 

"This feels a lot like a drug exchange," he laughs picking up the bundle. "This is wrapped better than most bricks I've seen," 

"I learned by watching Ahsan Aziz wrap a brick actually," Everyone turns to look at me. 

"You know Ahsan Aziz?" Noah asks. Like Spencer, he's dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and a flannel. 

"Mhm, he was part of the New York Fringe division for a while. He dealt with the supernatural census in the city and not just the legal stuff," 

"And you watched him wrap a brick?" my mother asks. 

"Yeah, I did. I watched him do a lot of fun shit. The guy has a special skill set and I employ half his soldiers," I shrug. "So, to what do I owe this very unexpected visit?" 

"We have to talk," Spencer says. "The four of us. It's kind of important," 

"I'll prepare the table. You guys catch her up," Mom says waving us off. I hand her the plate and motion the guys into the living room. 

"Oh, this is actually very nice," Spencer immediately goes to the emerald green armchairs by the window. "It's so-" he looks up at me. "You," 

"Do you know me enough to say something like that?" I laugh.