A Witch Thing

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Elizabet took a breath in and awkwardly said, "Human friend." They got it quickly and dropped the subject. "Well, we were going to take you to a part of a bayou today after a few more stops. We have voodoo shops and things. You'll love it."

They stood and headed out of the café. Jasper grabbed Elizabet's hand, intertwining their fingers. She smiled at him and brought his hand up, kissing her hand gently. He smiled at her, pulling her closer as they walked the streets.

They spent the afternoon going to different old buildings, learning the legends of each of them and going to voodoo shops. "Alright, let's get to the bayou." Mariah said once it started getting dark.

They ventured over to the bayou and Elizabet asked, "So...why exactly are we here?"

Eileen spoke, "It's where we take the new witches. Since you'll be living here and are under our teachings, we're bringing you to the bayou. The other witches will be there to bring you into the coven officially."

Elizabet chewed on her lip, concerned with that. Celene spoke, "Don't worry, the Cullens will still be your coven, you'll just have two."

Elizabet nodded, "Oh, good." They got to the bayou, a part of it Elizabet hadn't recognized. She grasped Jasper a little tighter, not realizing what she was doing. As she walked with Jasper, she realized that the three witches had disappeared. "Jazz, they're gone," she mumbled to him.

He looked around, holding her more protectively. "Stay behind me," he told her quietly. She did as told, moving behind him as he protectively shielded her from whatever was happening.

After a moment, she heard chanting and looked around frantically. Candles lit up around her, each little glow arranged in a circle around her, floating in the air. The clouds above the trees moved out of the way, making way for them to be basked in moonlight.

The witches, all of them, were surrounding Jasper and Elizabet in a wide circle that blocked any path for them to escape. Elizabet clutched Jasper tightly, keeping herself under control so her magic didn't run away from her.

"Quam ego loquor ad te, et stantes loquimini in nobis. In pythonissam fieri et Gallico fecerunt," they chanted in their cloaks, hanging down and dragging behind them as they very slowly moved in closer to make a tighter circle. Jasper asked cautiously, "What are they saying?"

Elizabet couldn't answer, she watched as the witches stood around them. As they chanted their spell, her mind became hazy with the magic. Jasper turned to her when he didn't receive a response. Her eyes were closed and she began chanting, much to the concern of Jasper, "Accipere locum meum inter me et te et facti pythonissam ex Gallico fecerunt."

The moonlight shone down on her and Jasper looked around, hissing at the witches as he felt them moving closer. The candles went out and everyone stopped chanting, Jasper straightened his spine and turned back to Elizabet. She opened her eyes and took a breath in. She saw Jasper in front of her and he asked, "Are you okay? What happened?"

She told him quickly, "I'm fine, I'm fine."

"What just happened?" He questioned. She looked around at the witches as they removed their hoods from their heads. She spoke, "I'm a French Quarter witch."

Romina stepped forward and handed her a cloak with a smile, "Here you are, dear. Welcome to the coven."

She smiled and took the cloak, putting it on, "Thank you, Mother. Why did you have to do it like that? You couldn't tell me?"

She shook her head, "I'm afraid not. In order for the initiation to actually work, you weren't allowed to know how it would go. It's up to your magic and instinct to decide for you, and it did."

Elizabet sighed, "I guess that makes sense."

Jasper asked her quickly, "What were they saying?"

Romina answered, "Don't fret, Jasper. The spell simply read 'Take your place among us. Become a witch of the French Quarter.'"

Elizabet nodded, "And if my magic decided to join, I would respond, which I did, 'I will take my place among you and become a French Quarter witch.' I would have told you what they were saying, but the magic made me hazy."

He nodded, straitening as he felt better than before. She was suddenly brought into a suffocating hug and an exclamation, "Congrats! I'm so happy for you!"

She pulled away from the hug with a smile, "Thanks, Alice." She was then brought in another hug, this time by Celene, "Welcome to the family, new sis." There were a lot more congratulations given in the next ten seconds and it began to overwhelm Elizabet. Jasper spoke, "Okay, I think she gets it."

The woods around them got a little brighter as the moonlight spread over the area. The faint shapes in the darkness were now illuminated and were now wooden picnic tables and chairs and different decorations celebrating the new French Quarter witch.

Elizabet smiled as the witches went around, lighting the candles at the tables. A few of the witches gathered around the giant stack of wood and lit it up, starting a bonfire at the center of the celebration.

Alice, Cole, Jasper, and Elizabet sat at a table with a bunch of other witches, who were now a part of her new family. They started talking and getting to know each other more. It was the first time she talked to any of the other witches and warlocks other than Mariah, Eileen, Celene, and Romina with all the training they'd been doing.

As the night carried on, she wandered toward the edge of the party with Jasper. He asked, "So how do you feel?"

She smiled, "Nice. This was nice. I now have a witch coven, I've never officially had one before." Jasper smiled, grabbing her hand, "I can tell you're happy. It's nice."

She smiled, leaning into him, "I'm glad you're happy. I can sense it." She sighed and sat down at a small, deserted table. She leaned her head on his shoulder and he told him, "So...you're happy here?"

She looked up at him and nodded, "I'm happy wherever you are. The witch family is a plus, though."

He chuckled lightly. He brought her hand up, kissing the back of it softly. He turned to her and smiled, "Hey, Elizabet?" She turned to face him, giving a soft hum of acknowledgement. Jasper continued, "Can I tell you something?"

She nodded, "Course, anything."

Jasper told her softly, with a little bit of anxiousness, "...I love you."

She looked at him, searching his eyes for any type of doubt before smiling again, "I love you, too, Jasper." He smiled again and kissed her deeply, his hand coming to rest on her cheek. She chuckled as they pulled away from the kiss. They enjoyed the rest of the party, surrounded by new friends and celebration.