Witch

Do you believe in Magic?

************************** Photo is of Nirvana **************************

I woke up and was met with my mother’s kind eyes and red hair. “Morning child.” She greeted.

I mumbled and sat up. I realized very quickly that I was on the couch in the living and not my comfortable bed. That explained my stiff back.

Mom sat back and handed me a cup of tea. I sipped it and warmed up. “How did I get here?” I asked her as I took another sip of jasmine green tea.

Mom chuckled. “Briar brought you home last night. I guess you fell asleep at the bonfire. He laid you on the couch and told me you had too much fun.” She gave me an all knowing smile and I rolled my eyes.

“We’re just friends’ mom.”

“No you’re not.” She gleamed as she jumped up and headed to the kitchen. “Briar will be over in about 4 minutes.” She called out.

I went wide eyed and flung myself from the couch. My legs got tangled up and I tripped onto the floor. Darn it. I kicked my feet wildly and then ran up to my room. I took a quick shower and bushed my teeth as the water rinsed the conditioner from my hair. Once out, I threw on skinny jeans, a plaid button up and then quickly brushed out my hair. Lastly I flipped my hair around and pinched my pale cheeks before making a mad dash down the stairs again. I heard a knock at the door and I threw myself back onto the couch and picked my tea off the trunk. I took a sip just as Ma opened the door and let a seriously handsome Briar in. Goodness that was close, record timing too. There should be an Olympics for this.

Briar looked at me and smiled. “Wow.” He said surprised. “I was only gone for like 5 minutes.”

I paled at how this looked and heard my mom chuckle from the kitchen. Damn woman. Always up to her little games. “Maybe it was longer and you just didn’t know it.” I told him as I hid my face behind my cup and took another sip of my tea.

“Possibly.” He said. “Ready?” He asked me.

YES!  “For what?” I asked calmly.

“To do our research project.” He told me as he looked down to the burlap sack he held. I caught his drift and nodded.

I pulled myself up from the couch and tossed the blanket into the trunk before I grabbed my tea and lead him up stairs. Ma gave me thumbs up as I walked passed her. Thankfully Briar didn’t see that. I would have died.

I shut the door to my room and unleashed myself onto him. “What the hell happened last night?!” I panicked. “I remember falling through the floor and then a creepy ass room but not much after that!”

Briar didn’t answer me; instead he was emptying the contents of the bag onto my bed. Instantly I saw old stuff and was curious.

Briar handed me a set of books and I grinned from ear to ear. They looked like someone’s old Diary. They were old leather bound journals that held a woman’s scrawl inside. I looked at the other journals on the bed and happened to notice the paintings.

“You stole those from the Blackwood Manor didn’t you?” I asked quietly. I didn’t want to move nor make too much noise. Because, you know, I am weird like that.

“Yup.”

“Why?” I asked nervously.

“Because I want to prove a point and figure this out.” Briar said as he found the sketch of Grimina Blackwood and marched out of my room. He went down stairs and went looking for something. “Mrs. Thorne?” He called out.