The Witching Hour

Median: Part 2

Circe huffed as they made their way to the cemetery. Jorel had been quiet for some time as he looked around at the landscape. At least it had stopped raining. The sky was still overcast, and the more she thought about it the more she realized she hadn't genuinely seen the sun in days.

"You always walk this far alone?" Jorel asked breaking the silence. Circe jumped at the sound of his voice, she had almost forgotten he was here.

"Uh yeah?"

"Isn't that lonely." Jorel asked as he glanced over at her just to advert his gaze moments later.

Honestly Circe had never thought about it. "Not really."

"I think it would be. If you want I can walk with you from now on." Jorel nodded as he glanced at a field of wild flowers. Their big blooms no doubt a product of the massive amounts of rain they've been getting.

Circe stared at him for a moment. Jorel was so different from any person she had ever met. Jorel stopped walking, catching Circe off guard she hadn't even realized that they had arrived until she switched her attention onto the rusting gate in front of her.

"It's locked." Jorel bit his lip as he glanced at the girl.

Circe rolled her eyes. The blue of her irises changing to a deep red as she waved a hand and the gate slowly creaked open. "Nothings ever locked for us." She scoffed and Jorel looked at her wide eyed.

"Sorry."

Circe looked at him. "You are the most mundane witch I have ever met."

Jorel looked down and shrugged. His gaze rested heavily on the uneven ground as they continued in silence.

Circe stopped in front of a mound of earth and yanked the chain hard. "Come on Charles, it's time for bed."

The creature looked around with dead eyes before it crawled on all fours into the hole. It was something out of a nightmare. Once the thing laid down a red light surround the girl's hand and it's grotesque eyes shut. She waved her hand and the mound of dirt filled the hole perfectly. Jorel stared on star struck.

"Wow." He uttered under his breath.

The girl snapped her attention to the boy staring at her with wide brown eyes.

"What?" She grumbled.

"You are so cool." Jorel laughed nervously, his words catching the grey haired girl off guard.

"Really?" She asked dumbfounded and Jorel nodded.

"Of course."

They stared at each other for a moment. Something changed in Jorel's gentle brown eyes before he adverted his gaze.

"Can I ask you something?"

The girl nodded. "I guess so." She answered with a shrug.

"Can you really talk to dead people? Like how does it work? Can you talk to anyone or just certain people?" Jorel rambled as he bit his lip.

The girl scoffed. "That was more than one question."

Jorel looked shocked for a moment before he looked down at the uneven earth under his feet. "Sorry."

Circe looked at him and something stirred inside her before she shoved the feeling back down where it belonged. "I can talk to anyone. I mean if I'm calling them to me. I need their name but sometimes spirits just hang around, it depends. Why?" She shrugged.

Jorel glanced at her before returning his gaze to the ground. "Could you..I don't know. Talk to someone for me?"

Circe looked shocked. "I mean I guess so. Who?"