Black Magic Women

10

Zelda had busied herself with different tasks throughout the day. She had turned to cleaning and when there was nothing left to clean, she had given the abandoned garden some attention. When she had finished her work there too, she did the weekly grocery shopping, something she detested so much that Hilda had done it from the beginning, avoiding a war.

Hilda had been pleasently surprised when she had come home to a full fridge and already cooked dinner and was relieved that, for once, her work day had ended with the end of her shift. But she also knew that the sudden change of heart didn't come without a price.

She knew her sister too well. She had also seen the hickeys Zelda had tried so desperately to hide. She had been questionion the nature of father Blackwood and Zelda's relationship for quite some time now but when her suspicions had been comfirmed, Hilda would have been lying if she had said it hadn't hurt her that her sister hadn't told her about it.

After dinner, the family had settled around the coffee table in the living room and talked about their day, something they often did. Hilda eyed her sister closely, noticing her stiffness and the way her mind seemed to be somewhere else.

Zelda felt uncomfortable sitting on the couch with her family, hours after she had slept there with a woman all of them knew. She had caught herself re-living the moment of the day before and it turned out to be her sweet torture.

While Zelda was lost in her own world, Hilda let her hand wander in between the seats of the couch, a habbit she had picked up when she had been a child. When her soft skin connected with a silky material, a look of confusion shot across her face.

She couldn't focus on whatever story Sabrina was telling and pulled out the unknown object. The sudden realisation hurt more than the not so real conformation of her suspicions had. Zelda hadn't slept with father Blackwood, that she was sure of.

The sight of the emerald green lace pantie made Zelda's heart stop. Suddenly she felt awefully exposed for the entire world to judge.

She looked at her sister and instantly knew that her sister had figured it out. With pleading, yes pleading, something Zelda never did, eyes she stared at her sister until she got a reassuring look that promised her that her secret would stay a secret.

"Ew whose are they?" Sabrina said, disgusted at the thought of her aunts wearing something like that.

"Ah, this must've been the pair your cousin, Ellen, left when she last visited," Hilda said in her usual cheerful voice and only Zelda noticed the sarcastic undertone that was meant for her.

"Well, then tell her to not lose anything else when she comes to visit again. As if Mrs. Wardwell wasn't enough trauma for one day," the teenager witch said and Zelda's eyes shot towards the younger witch, fearing the worst. Hilda noticed the shock on Zelda's face at the mentiom of the other witch and became suspicious.

"What kind of trauma, sweetheart?" Hilda asked, earning a glare from Zelda.

It was worth it. If her suspicions turned out to be true than a few glares where worth it. If her perfect sister had actually slept with Sabrina's teacher while she was away over night, than every torture in the world would be worth it.

"Well, she was wearing a dress that looked exactly like your favorite dress, auntie Z, but that wasn't the traumatizing part. Well she had some... hickeys all over her neck and the boys started talking about her... you know," Sabrina said and Hilda looked at her sister triumpathly.

She had been right after all. Zelda just stared at the ground, feeling humiliated. How could they have been so careless?

Humiliated in front of her little sister. How dare this woman? Zelda was so lost in her anger and shame that she didn't even notice the conversation going on.

"Well, there is a rumor going around that director Hawthorne has found a special interest in her. I don't believe it. Mrs. Wardwell doesn't seem too happy when she sees him," Sabrina said and Hilda chuckled at the thought of how wrong all of them were.

If Sabrina had known that her aunt was the reason for Mrs. Wardwell's appearance, she would have liked to drop dead.

"Excuse me I have some things to attend to," Zelda suddenly said and rose from her seated position, barely able to hold herself together. She was about to burst and she wanted all the danger to be directed at the woman who had caused all of this.

"Rather someone," Hilda muttered under her breath but Zelda ignored it, knowing she'd snap if she started this discussion.

With her head held high and her pride still in tact she strode out of the room, not caring to take a jacket with her and disappeared into the cold night.

o.O.o

Mrs. Wardwell had been more than just holding back from murder when she heard all the comments about her during the school day. Disgusting humans, she had thought.

She was disgusted by their open comments and even more disgusted by their thoughts and desires. She was more than just thankful when the final bell had rang and she had been able to retreat into the safety of her own home.

She had gone straight into her bathroom, trying to rid herself of the sin but whatever she did, the feelings stayed.

She wasn't used to feeling the things Zelda had made her feel and she wasn't liking it one bit. She was getting dressed when an angry mind stormed towards her house.

There was only one person on this earth who could be this angry at her right now and Satan knows Mrs. Wardwell wasn't ready for it. 

She wrapped a satin robe around her barely covered body, hiding the lingerie she wore underneath. She slipped into her heels, an item she refused to let go of, even at home.

She was on her way to the door when she heard Zelda banging against it. With a sigh she opened the door and prepared for the outburst that was headed her way.