Have you ever been in a situation where you seriously don't know if someone is lying? Where they could be kidding, but you have no clue because they are better at acting than Angelina freakin' Jolie and you want them to break and tell you the truth but they just won't and you really want to hurt them to get the true information? Well, I was stuck in this situation this fateful Tuesday when we talked to Esme Addams.
"So, let's say you're telling the truth-" I started, "I am telling the truth." Esme interrupted. I shut my eyes tight and took a deep breath "Got it. Now, since you're telling the truth, what does it have to do with whatever that book-" I pointed toward the old dusty book, still on the bed, "And the Idiosyncrasies in Supernatural and Supernal beings?"
"Well now, that book is what us material witches call a Grimoire." she answered, walking over to the book. "I am going to try to locate the book using a spell." she placed the book on the table on wheels and stood behind it.
"Now, I have no good energy sources, the stupid nurse took away my candles, and these fluorescent lights are about as down to Earth as a space station-" she muttered, then, her face lit up with an idea, "Cameron, honey, come here." she held out her hand, he looked at us unsurely and walked over, taking her hand.
Esme close her eyes and started muttering, one hand over the book. Teddy and I exchanged a confused look as Cameron started muttering the same thing. The lights began to flicker.
"Uh, Esme?" I asked, dodging a bursting light bulb. She opened her
eyes at me, "Hun, can you grab me the brochure behind you?" she asked. I quickly did as she asked and she took a pencil that seemed to appear out of thin air and started to draw on the back of the paper. And she couldn't just make her own paper. I thought smugly.
A random wind started to pick up in the room, blowing things down, "Grandma!" Teddy exclaimed as a vase crashed to the ground. She was drawing what looked to be a gothic style house, and she wrote down numbers on the door. Once she was done writing the numbers, their eyes shot open and they both said, "725, Walnut Drive."
The wind ceased and the lights stopped flickering. Esme beamed proudly at her grandson. "Cameron, you've broken through! The mortal binding that once held you is finally gone! You can now grow as a wizard!" Teddy and I exchanged a look.
"That's great and all, but the address?" she prodded.
"Oh! Yes, 725, Walnut Drive." She continued to say it as she flipped to a page in the brochure. It was a map of Low Valley. Closing her eyes again, she randomly drew a small circle on the map and handed it to Teddy. "There it is, that's the home that holds your book." she looked at the clock then, and gasped, "I'm late! I have an aerobics class, children, I'd love to stay and chat, but I just can't miss this." she hurried out the door.
"But-" Teddy started. "You'll do fine!" Esme called behind herself. I laughed. I couldn't help it. I just had to scoff at the old lady, ditching her grandchildren and their friend for some class where she's going to learn how to properly squat.
"Oh!" she turned around and hurried back, grabbed the Grimoire and handed it to Cameron.
"You should study some of this, there's even some potions for Teddy." she turned, grabbed a giant bag that was more like a suitcase and hurried out the door.
"Well..." I trailed off, holding up the map, "let's go."
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As we were driving, we stayed silent. They were either processing, or trying to carry on as if nothing happened, I was doing the latter.
YOU ARE READING
The Magic in Low Valley
FantasíaI was stuck. In a terrible situation. A situation in which no teenager should be put in. All because someone's grandma had to keep a secret.
