Charming the heart of a man is a lot more difficult than it sounds. Especially when it's already bewitched by somebody else - literally!
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All that former witch-in-training Avalon wanted was a simple job to get her life back on track and forget abo...
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Life with Nina, the evil witch, was... astoundingly non-life-threatening. So far.
Which was a major plus in Avalon's book but definitely not what she'd come to expect after that initial first day and night. Nina acted like the friendliest person on the planet, though she rarely bothered anyone beside Neymar. Hence, the major plus.
Still didn't solve the love spell problem, though.
Over the past few weeks, everyday life had once again taken the reigns and determined most of the inhabitants' to-do lists, so to speak. A sort of rhythm had settled over the household. Neymar was back to training, playing matches for the football club at Barcelona and whatever else he had to do.
Also, at long last, his hair was back to its original colour. Or what came close to it; he now sported pitch black locks which had grown a bit longer over the past few weeks. Avalon found they fit him way better than that platinum nightmare.
Much like before, Gil was back to doing whatever things needed to be done to add appointments to Neymar's already busy schedule. Avalon was back to attending Davi on a daily basis. And Zelo? Well, he was the exception to the rule. For him, everyday life apparently meant drilling Poker to become his new spying instrument.
"Bitey needs some serious education," he'd explained when Avalon had come across the two animals hiding between cars in the basement where the cat had attempted to get the dog to bark in different intervals, tones and rhythms - depending on the intended message. She'd left him to his antics then. Seeing how Poker had started to seek Nina's attention like any other human (the potion was indeed as potent as the recipe had suggested), Avalon kind of knew where Zelo was going with this anyway.
But while everyone played some harmonic part in this rhythm that was everyday life, one person added to it by deliberately not adding to it. Nina wasn't sticking around long enough to actually make a difference in their usual routine. Apparently, she preferred to spend an unhealthy amount of time in her and Neymar's private quarters. Alone. Well... not always alone.
For all intents and purposes, she was in a relationship with Neymar, no matter the circumstances. And couples... well. Couples spent time together. Avalon felt disgusted just thinking about it. I wonder if anyone has ever bothered to clear up the grey zone around consent in a love spell, she mused, quite disturbed by the imagery. Neymar didn't know that what he was feeling wasn't coming from himself but from a spell. To him, everything that was happening with Nina was as it should be. Right? So, in a weird and twisted sense, that was consent.
Then she remembered that time when she'd wanted to go down into the kitchen for a midnight snack and gone toward the staircase. She hadn't gone far before turning on her heels to flee back into her room. Oh dear Goddesses, she hadn't been able to unhear that deep and masculine and unbelievably sexy moan ever since.
"Why in Freya's name are you blushing all of a sudden?"
The question startled Avalon back into the present. She blinked, glanced around. Several pairs of eyes were looking at her across the coffee table incredulously.
