Hallow's: Witch's Brew

Thirty-Three

The Anxiety, WILLOW. Tyler Cole- Meet Me At Our Spot

Stacy kept to herself throughout the plane ride, by that I mean she slept the entire flight. When we arrive at the airport in London, she stays close to me. This little redhead looks hopeless in her little black corduroy overalls and stripped long sleeves, but her instincts miss nothing. She firmly believes she's protecting me. Her little black butterflies form a barrier around us. I can see it only because of my magic. Had I been mortal still, I wouldn't know. 

The kind of training required to condition a butterfly of her breed can only be learned in Rionegro. In the same place, the Escobars were created. Rionegro attracts some very dangerous creatures. Hot-blooded humans are quite the delicacy. 

"You trained under Alexandria Pasqual," I say when we get into our taxi. 

"How did you know?" she smiles. 

"You're very strong, little butterfly. Very clever," her cheeks flush. "I've been reading up on your latest accomplishments. You came up with the recipes for the soil that grows the agriculture in Hellbourne. Your work with the ladybugs was so good," 

"Thank you," she says a little stunned. "You know people call me the weird bug girl because of that," 

"Yes, my sisters always made fun of me because of my infatuation with black swallowtails,"

"I love black swallowtails. Did you know they represent personal growth and transformation?" 

"Yes," I pull my bouse up to show her the tattoo on my hip bone. 

"That is so cute," she coos. 

"To attract swallowtails, you need parsley. Swallowtails that are raised on a certain breed of parsley can be used to make healing remedies and salves," 

"Wait, the butterfly itself?" 

"Yes, the butterfly itself. I used it on my tattoos. See how the colors are vibrant and my skin doesn't look scared?" 

"Yeah,  I wanted to ask who did them," she nods. 

"This one in particular was bad," I show her my star. "The guy has a heavy hand," 

"Dylan is so good at tattoos. It's like your midwife thing. Generation after generation," 

"I believe you. I bet he has a very steady hand. Those descendent of lamia usually do," 

"You know about his mom?" 

"Yes, I know her. I did a job for her master a couple of years ago. Creepy old man," 

"I didn't know she was alive," she says under her breath. "He doesn't talk about his family. None of us do," 

"I think most of us are in that same boat," I laugh. "And I wouldn't call her alive. She used to be human and now she isn't," 

She smiles tightly and brushes the mood off. We check into our hotel and have dinner. She tells me about school and how she's working on perfecting her cosmetics brand. That's why it seems like B.B. is working on so much at once. She's surrounded by people who are equally as ambitious as she is. All of these kids have their own little gimmick and I love that. They also seem close.

"What's the plan?" she asks when I get back to our room after dinner. 

"I stole this from Violet. I feel like it would fit you perfectly," I say taking out one of our incognito bodysuits. "Use the restroom before you get into that. It's kind of difficult to do that out there. You have to take it off," 

"Is this necessary?" she asks holding up the plastic package.

"Yes, these are special-grade bodysuits that are immune to high-level magical attacks. You're not a witch and while being a Hallow would help with not dying-you're going to need this,"