Amber

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Freddy

She's not half bad. I mean, she could use a lot of work, a lot of polishing. Fine-tuned, really. But I'll keep all the good stuff to myself. If I taught her anything good, she'd eventually use it against me. That would be a problem.

I was just going on, on about how to do a ritual. She got it pretty quick, and I kinda just stared at her whilst she "meditated". I really doubt she did that right, but I guess it was good enough, because when she opened her once icy silver eyes, they were glowing icy violet. They didn't shine like most witches; They glowed.

I'm sure I looked like an idiot staring, but I couldn't look away.

"Your eyes." I mumble to myself, yet she heard me.

"What do they look like?"

Now I actually look at her. Not her eyes, her.
"Your regular gunmetal eyes turned into lilacs, and I saw power. I saw the powerful emotion in you."

"Odd."

I blink in confusion. What was that reaction? Lame!

I look at her eyes once more as they fade, showing how cloudy they were in thought.
She smiles in thought, lightly laughing to herself.

"Thanks Freddy."

"Huh?"

"Thanks for teaching me. I officially forgive you."

She stands up, and I catch a glimpse of a pocket knife attached to her hip.

"W-Wait!" I call out like a moron.

"Hm?"

"Did the spell work?"

"Yeah.." Her voice falters. "Anyway! I have to go. See you Freddy!"

She runs out of the courtyard. She runs like an olympian. I get up myself, walking to my work.

It was quite a walk. Honestly, I would cry joyous tears if it was just in plain sight, but no, it has to be in dense forest.

I trip and lose balance numerous times throughout the thick tree branches.

This place sucks.

Shoving open the door, I glower at my employees. They cower under my presence and I smile wickedly.

I growl at how they stopped when I walk in. "Get to work, imbeciles."

Useless garbage.

I look over to see one of my employees checking their phone. She was texting, presumably her lover.

Slut.

"WEST." I boom. Everyone jumps, Glenda West turns towards me, scared, but quickly composes herself.

"Yes sir?"

"Phone."

She looks down at her phone, hesitant.

I growl and take large steps towards her. "You had one job. Research this one person, and here you are texting? You're a worthless piece of white trash. A disgusting slut while we're at it."