What the Spell

Chapter Thirteen: "Restricted" for a Reason

When I got back to my room, the first thing I did was shower. After that, I snuggled up in bed in a shirt Chris had left at my house, and surrounded myself in fuzzy blankets. As I sipped my green tea, I pulled out my three restricted books.

Naturally, I looked at the Banned Spells book first. I was the type of person who would do something just because I was told not to. As I opened the book, I could feel strong power radiating off it. Whatever was in the book was dark, and banned for a reason.

I flipped through a few pages until I found something that interested me. Cheating Spell: To instantly pass any test or quiz.

Now, why did that title remind me of something? It was on the tip of my tongue…

Shit!

I had a candle quiz tomorrow, and I had no freaking clue about any of the material. I would’ve studied, but I’d been just a little busy losing my virginity and planning to overthrow the government system.

Maybe I should do the spell…

I knew that I shouldn’t. I didn’t have any control over my magic, and what if doing this spell somehow killed me. There was a reason it was banned, and what if that was because it was dangerous for new witches to try? Yet, it could be banned simply because it was used for cheating. Was this a risk I was willing to take?

And, being me, I took the risk.

I pressed my fingers to my temples, and pictured everything that I needed to know. I then touched the page of the book and muttered a few words in Latin (yes, I had taken that language in High School) before I opened my eyes.

Did it work?

I quickly pulled out my study guide, and read the first question to myself: Which two herbs are included in a Lupus Iris candle, and what does it do?

I had no fucking clue.

I sighed before shutting the book in frustration and shoving all of them under the bed. Banned my ass… I muttered mentally as I drifted to sleep.

“Come on!” shouted Erin, waking me up. “I picked out an outfit for you to wear!”

“Why’d you do that, mom?” I teased.

“Because I want to get revenge on Chris.”

“What’d he do?” I demanded, sitting up.

“Well, he made a joke about my height, and I wanna get him back. I figured I’d dress you up really sexy, and tease him constantly throughout the day so that he has awkward boners. Are you in?”

“Sure,” I agreed, laughing.

I was uncomfortable in the shirt because of the huge plunge in the neckline, and the push-up bra enhanced my cleavage. “I don’t know if I can wear this…” I trailed off, noticing how short the shorts were as well.