MAGIC and All Other Deadly Affairs | COMPLETE!

TWENTY FOUR | Cloaked.

TWENTY FOUR | Cloaked.

"Creed is out of town at the moment, however she said she will be back in four days, anything you want to do in the meantime?" Thomas had asked.

I tilted my head in thought, "Can we find out who burned the village down? I want their names – white witches too. And for now, can I go home for now?"

Thomas nodded, "That's fine – Yuma might be distracted though. You know, with me."

"Kay."

"Having sex," Thomas drawled off.

"I got the picture!" I hissed grossed out.

He laughed.

I sighed at the memory.

That was three days ago.

"You look super distracted," Norman hummed, sitting beside me at the kitchen counter.

I nodded guiltily, "I am, sorry. Just thinking about work stuff."

Norman smiled slightly, "Being a high priestess is your work? I'm happy you're cool with being a witch, a high priestess at that. My girlfriend's so cool."

I looked at him with wide eyes, my lips pulling into a smile, "Girlfriend? When did that happen?'

His eyes grew wide as he looked a tad panicked, "Well, uh I mean... not if you don't want to be my girlfriend. Shit, I feel like I'm in high school again."

I laughed, "No, no! It sounds good. I'd be happy to be your girlfriend."

"Enough of that sappy bullshit!" Roared a tiny voice, "Feed me you fool!"

I looked towards the tank that sat upon the counter. Inside sat a fat, ugly, brown toad who now wore a little black paper wizard hat. When I first came home I couldn't stop laughing, mom really seemed to enjoy his company now. A little too much. It seemed the witch didn't even mind being a toad anymore.

"The crickets not good enough?" I teased.

"Silence your mockery girl, Ms. Oyen will have your head for your mistreatment towards me!"

I rolled my eyes, "I doubt my mom will "have my head" first of all, and second, I am not mistreating you. Frogs eat crickets, don't they?"

The toad-witch paused, his slimy little stub fingers stroked his chin, "I will consider that."

"Did you learn how to change him back yet? The word of his disappearance will surface soon," Norman hummed in my ear.

I bit my lip and decided not to answer. He was right, of course. That white witch was sent to kill me – sent by Norman's sister no less. It wouldn't be long before more white witches came to figure out what happened to the toad-witch.

"Fool!" The toad snapped, "Frogs eat crickets but I am a toad! Uncultured swine!"

I blinked at him, "I don't think that makes me uncultured..."

He paused again, stroking his chin, "Let me consider that."

I sighed deeply, "Why did I come home?"

Norman laughed, "Don't let the man ruin your spirit – he's a toad after all."

"Fool!"

"Shush or I'll put you back in the jar!" I snapped back.

Toad-witch grew quiet, settling to flip me off – or the toad version of that action – then turned around so his back was facing us. I sighed and rubbed my face. I would have to figure out this issue quickly, my council already had enough to deal with without me turning a witch into a toad.