Eilise, God, And The Witches [Fake Tattoos #2]

A Wicked Witch

The sun had set and Eilise was in her nightgown. She had her canvas backpack on top of her bed quilt. She was filling it up with everything she would need for tonight.

"I feel like this is one of those times I should say something," God said.

"I'm a witch, right?" Eilise asked rhetorically. "This is what I'm supposed to do."

"Is it?" God asked. "You really think this is what your power is for?"

"Well..." said Eilise turning around and putting on her backpack. "If love isn't a good enough reason, I don't know what is."

Eilise made her way to the Sacred Circle inside the Grove. She disrobed. She lit each of the urns and made the sacred pentagram with her wand. She took the herbs she had brought with her and mixed them into the bag. When the mixture was complete, she stood up and held the bag towards the moon, then the Dog Star.

"Éisteacht liom! Sióg! Ar an oíche seo, déan mo ghrá fíor! Is é a ainm William! Is é mo ainm Eilise!"

A wind blew through the Grove.

The next night was the night of the big dance. Lahrlin was with Eilise in her room fitting her with her dress in front of the standing mirror. Her hair was curled and at over two feet long and with one set of curlers in the house, it had cost her the better part of a day.

"I really don't think you need all that make up," said Lahrlin teasing the frills of the dress's skirt.

"Well I have to do something," said Eilise tugging at the lose fabric on her chest, "I look like I'm twelve."

"Oh don't worry about that," said Lahrlin. She grabs a few handfuls of Kleenex tissue and stuffed it in the top of the dress until she had the appearance of having small breasts. "Ancient family secret." She winked. "He'll never know, I promise."

Eilise pressed at the top of the dress with her hands to make sure the tissue wouldn't fall out.

"I hope so," she said.

Downstairs they could hear the knock at the door and William coming in.

"Guess who's here!" John shouted up the stairs.

Lahrlin put her hands on Eilise's shoulders and looked her in the eye.

"Shall we?" She asked.

"I think I need one more minute." Eilise said. "Please, Mother... Lahrlin, sister... Can you stall him?"

It was a painful kind of happiness, seeing her daughter grow up. She kissed Eilise on the cheek.

"Of course I can," said Lahrlin.

Eilise's mother left the room and she turned to the night stand where she had her magic pouch. Standing next to it was God.

"You don't need to do this." God said.

"I'm just following my heart," said Eilise.

"Are you?" Asked God.

Eilise didn't answer. She took the pouch and shook it over her head.

When Eilise came down the stairs, both William and John were taken aback.

"You look beautiful," said William who was also quite handsome in his blue suit. "I got you these." He handed her a bouquet of tulips.

"Thank you," she said. She took them without looking. Her eyes were all on him. "They're lovely."

Lahrlin walked over to the couple and took the flowers without any notice from Eilise or William.

"Well..." Lahrlin said with a bit of sour in her tone, "I guess I'll put these in some water."

John, not wanting to spoil the moment let out a cough.

"I guess you better get going," said John. "I don't want you to be rushing in that hot rod of yours, William."

"Yes," said William breaking his gaze from Eilise for the first time. "Of course, sir."

"And be back by ten," said Lahrlin.

"Eleven," corrected John putting a hand on each of their shoulders, "no rushing."