Casting A Spell On You: A Halloween Short Story #HALLOWEENVAULT✔

Casting A Spell On You

Ginger Carver sat watching her laptop screen carefully, bathing in the fluorescent screen. There were screams and fake blood galore flashing before her as she laid on her bed, propped up against her purple, silky pillows.

Ginger's POV

I rolled my eyes at the screen.

"This is so fake," I whispered begrudgingly, talking to myself in my dark room.

I watched the sunlight peak through my curtain window. My curtains were black, but sheer allowing minimal light to filter through. My room was covered in elongated candles that sat on my window sill. They dripped wax everywhere, but the soft glow they created couldn't be beat.

Overhead lights just weren't the same, I thought, sighing to myself.

Watching American Horror Story, (AHS) made my blood boil. I sat cross legged with a fixed frown on my face watching my screen, that's not how it works," I mumbled.

I spoke a spell softly under my breath, "Cante, dionate, levate," my body lifted carefully off my bed, I re-adjusted my legs carefully and shut my eyes.

"Just a simple levitation charm," I snorted. One that could never be used in the mortal world, I thought, crossing my arms, as my body rose slowly. I raised my hand to ensure that my head wouldn't hit the ceiling again.

I have so many bumps on my head from levitating too quickly in my room, I thought.

I am witch, a "real," witch. Sorry, to burst your bubble, but being a witch in 2018, is nothing like the portrayal on Coven AHS. A "real witch,"is bound by the law of The Ruby Council, it's a law that prohibits witches/warlocks from doing magic in the mortal world.

You know how everyone is afraid, artificial intelligence, will take over the world? I thought, while smirking.

It's not tablets and phones you need to worry about. It's us.

BUT-

We are bound by The Law of the Ruby Council (RC) for short and that's why there's no worries, we're harmless. But even if we did want to hurt "mortals," Ugh, such an outdated word, I thought, shaking my head.

We don't. This is simple because of the Rule of Three, which states in Witch Law that , "Whatever you put out into the universe whether it's positive or negative, will come back to you in three ways, Kind of like a boomerang.

You don't want to be responsible for putting negativity into the universe. Trust me.

I wrinkled my nose. College is hard enough without magic. Sometimes, my heart yearns to do magic in the real word. Imagine how cool my life would be, I smiled quickly at the thought.

I was starting to feel tired, that's another thing movies get wrong, Magic can take so much out of you, kind of like doing a 90 minute treadmill workout on the high speed.

I lowered my slender body into my metal, golden wheelchair. I loved the contrast between my black clothes and my shimmering chair.

Yes, okay, witches wearing all black is a little cliche' but I've always enjoyed learning about the witches of the past.

Sometimes, my parents bug me about my choice in clothing. "We aren't in the time of the Puritans anymore Ginger, why don't you fit in more?," Are you trying to cause attention to yourself?" "You're setting our kind back 100 years," Their irritated, mocking voices, replayed in my head, I exhaled heavily.

I looked at myself in the mirror, I watched my long, wavy brunette hair cascade down to my broad shoulders, I scrunched my face, over all my freckles and watched my large, green eyes staring back at me.

All I need is a witch's hat, I thought sarcastically, then my parents would kill me, laughing aloud. I placed my hands on my wheels and moved my chair back and forth in a synchronized manner, creating tracks on the dirty red carpet.

Witches outlawed the alternations of physical appearances a long time ago before I was born. Apparently, witches and warlocks were seducing people with "malicious intent," so they decided you can't change your physical, human form. I sighed, thinking of credo.

I have Cerebral Palsy, just because your parents are both purebred witches doesn't mean you are somehow immune to human conditions. No one is, this is the law that shall remain," I thought carefully having the words eerily echo in my mind.

Although, to be honest, I like my human body, it's different and unique. No one knows the power that lies within me, I thought, balling my hands into a tight, fist against my wheels, especially, not mortals.

I see the flashes of sadness and pity on people's faces as I roll by, I even see it on my parent's faces sometimes, I sighed.

My eyes flashed over to my Tarot card deck sitting on my night stand, I felt weak, but I flipped my index finger to turn over the golden card on the top of the deck. It was one of my favorites, the "Wheel of Fortune Card," which shimmered in gold rold and dark blue. There was a large, golden dial inscribed on it. It meant change was coming, I thought, my pink lips curled into a curious smile.

That would make sense, I thought, since October 31st is right around the corner. I exhaled in deeply concentrating on having the card fly into my hand. I had to be careful, I thought, Don't need another paper cut from these cards. That's another thing they never talk about it the movies or shows.

I smile and shake my head laughing,

"If only mortals knew what I could do,"

Thanks guys for stopping by! Just a short piece, Happy Halloween Wattpadians🎃🎃

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