Cost of Witchcraft

Chapter Six: Lion vs Rabbit

"Soulmates?!" Jason almost screamed. Elvira's eyes were closed in irritation and Willow and Kevin were enjoying Jason's outburst.

"Yup." Kevin said, relishing in his friend's despair.

"Nope," Willow corrected. "Soulborns"

"So, I'm stuck," he said gesturing towards the blonde in shock, "with her?!"

"Seems so," Kevin answered.

The shock and bewilderment on the boy's face was priceless.

Elvira gave a growl of irritation before marching up to the blue eyed boy.

"Is it a problem to be stuck vith me?" She asked, acid dripping off of her words.

Jason shrunk back abruptly, and began to nervously chuckle. "I don't believe it."

"It's hard for me to be able to believe as well," Kevin replied. He then turned to Willow. "Where's the evidence?"

Willow raised an eyebrow. "Evidence?"

"Yes. We need proof of your claim." Jason said.

The two witches stared at each other for a while before Willow grinned and Elvira nodded.

"We have proof." Willow said, closing her eyes smugly.

"Show us, then." Kevin replied cockily.

Elvira turned to Jason. "Those paintings, from vhere do you gain your inspiration?"

Jason scratched the back of his neck. "My dreams." He said quietly, then his voice raised. "I dream of those beautiful places and scenes."

With that, Elvira turned swiftly on her heel and began to walk towards the bedrooms. Within a moment, she came back with a pile of pictures and paintings and sketches.

"Hey!" Jason growled. Elvira ignored him and dropped them haphazardly on the floor.

Willow turned to Kevin smugly. "And here," she said with a dramatic sweep of her hand, "is yer evidence."

Kevin raised an eyebrow. "How is this proof?"

Willow looked at Elvira whom immediately began to dig through the canvases before taking one out carefully. After studying it, she turned the face of it to them. Kevin recognized it immediately.

It was the painting Jason had crafted for him after a dream about it. He insisted on it belonging in Kevin's room, saying something about how he felt it pertained to him. The painting was a thick stroke painting, with globs of dried paint creating shadows and dimensions to the picture. It was of a dark hearth with an upside-down fire, the stone around it dark as well. In the back of the fireplace, however, there were tiny white dots.

"This is of Villow," Elvira announced, gaining both boy's attention immediately.

"How?" Jason said challengingly.

"It is of my old home, and this is a vindow. Her hair was mistaken for fire in your dream, as they are alvays a bit fuzzy." She concluded. "See, the background is of stars. The darkened stone and vood is of her dark red dress." She then raised an eyebrow at them. "Shall I go on?"

"Still don't believe it." Kevin declared. Willow gave a smirk towards his direction.

"Watch." With an elegant stride, she positioned herself at a window.

"Hold this," Elvira said, shoving the painting into Jason's arms. He gave a mumble in protest but held it nonetheless. She held her hands out, thumbs touching and index fingers out at it. With a few whispered and inaudible words, she kept the hand position but moved her hands away from the painting, as she pointed at Willow. She pulled her hands away from each other diagonally, and with a swift motion smacked them together.