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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Avalon's room was cast in eerie shadows thrown by the lamp on her nightstand, which was the only source of light; apart from the lightning brightening the darkened sky, that was. The expected storm from the afternoon had finally hit Castelldefels and was doing its mighty best to make going outside a very uninviting and stupid idea. Not that anyone would have such an idea. There was virtually a "world's end" atmosphere out there.
In the room as well, come to think of it.
Apart from the typical noise of a storm – rain, wind, thunder, the rattling of the window shutters –, the only other sound came from Gil's hasty steps. He was pacing from one end of the room to the other and back again, his shoes making squeaks whenever he turned around on the parquet floor in a quick motion. Avalon's carpet that usually covered the floor was currently drying in the washing room; thanks to an incident involving Zelo, Neymar's dog Poker and a wild cat-and-dog chase through the house the other day that had ended with a bloody snout in her room. Poker's, naturally.
"We're screwed," Gil said, and not for the first time. "As in, royally screwed." A groan. "I mean, what can we do, right? She knows. It's basically over for us. Right?" His shoes squeaked when he turned around. "Because why wouldn't it? It's never going to work now. We're never going to free my best friend. Who will be miserable for the rest of his life. Without actually knowing it, of course. And I'm going to be Nina's bitch for the rest of my life too. She wins. Misery does love company, doesn't it? 'What's a Vega witch without her powers'? Isn't that what Zelo keeps on saying? Where the hell is he anyway?"
Lying face down on her bed, Avalon looked up from her smartphone to give the Brazilian a reproachful look. "Oh, thanks a lot, Gil. Now I'm a hundred percent sure we'll make it! Votes of confidence from all around!"
Like Avalon's level of fear hadn't reached a new level of anxiousness already. No, that wasn't right. It was panic, to be honest, fed more and more with each passing moment. Here they were, completely out of their league, against a woman that could – and probably would – do with them as she pleased. The question was would the bracelets hold, or would Nina be able to outsmart the protection charm in them?
Gil scoffed, stopping his frenzy walk for a moment. "In the absence of your feline teacher, I'm just stating the obvious."
Avalon gaped at him. "Stating the–! Are you serious? I'm trying, if you hadn't noticed!" She raised her hand, wiggling the phone she was holding to underline her statement.
Another scoff, then the walking continued. "Yeah, I see that, but don't you blame me for calling a spade a spade. I'm the one that's doomed! I'm the Normal-Joe here, and I'm the one that's gonna be Nina's puppet thanks to this!" He went to her, held up his wrist and practically shoved the bracelet Avalon had given him to initially protect him from magic into her face. "And don't even get me started on Davi. Oh God, Davi! The little guy's too young to be in the clutches of evilness!"
