Bewitch Me [Book 1 & 2, The Witch's Fate]

Chapter Twenty Seven - Challenge Accepted

Isabelle's POV

The first thing we both did once we got back home was to put into action what I've been taught for the past few months. I'd rephrase this statement a bit now.

The first thing 'I did' when we got back home was to bombard myself with dizzying ancient grimoires on different spells and enchantments. The hardest part was trying to come up with my very own spells and officially use it. While all these were happening, Minuet was laying lazily on the window sill of the room in his cat form, sulking from heaven knows - what!

Trying to shove him from his favourite spot of sulking didn't work—as well as scolding him. I simply gave up on his arrogant attitude and continued with the work. After some time, he'd have the guts to point out one or two mistakes I had made and laugh it over when he shifts back to his usual form as a human.

"You're saying the words upside down...that won't work at all. It'd only come out as weird pronunciations—" He waved his hand slowly as he rephrased some of the spells I had made. "—Try saying them in class and you'd be instantly recognized as the nerdy drunkard." He laughed with a sheepish grin.

So mean!

"I'd rather stay back than be awoken by an army of some hungry zombies." He added.

"Ugh! You're not making any of this less-complicated for me." I grumbled and swiped off the bead of sweats that were already forming on my forehead. He gets to have the cooling breeze from the outside the window while I do all the work here under the scorching heat!

"Yea yeah, life's not less complicated either." He air quoted.

In frustration, I threw my hands in the air and kicked some of the boxes around me. Magic is harder than I thought!

He thinks he would get away with this...!

"Minueeeeeet!". I yelled, stomping my feet to get his attention, but he would just laugh and look somewhere else, saying that the 'sight of my errors are so blinding that he has to look somewhere else'. He's so lucky he's cute!

"You place it over here and don't get these diagonal lines here to meet, or it'd end up producing another spell...and here you'd-".

"Gah! Why you little brat! I'm at my limits here!". I grumbled as my shoulders slumped from tiredness. "Can't you at least...show me how?!".

Minuet looked at me with an angelic innocent smile as a response. I almost fell for that look, thinking he'd come over to help. But before I knew it, he picked up another plushie from the side and leaned back with a toothy grin.

"Nah, I'll pass...". He arched, crossing his legs comfortably as he grabbed one of the books which laid near the foot of the bed.

"I thought you said you won't look at it!". I shook my head, barely trying to hide the amusement behind my voice. "I knew you'd come back for it". There's no way anyone can resist this book's graphics and illustrations - Overworld. I personally had a magazine of all the drawings of the characters from the book. Almost like a manga or comic novel.

"Every magic circle has time limits". He scoffed, flipping through some drawings with interest. "If you don't want to end up being shattered by a magical rune, you've got to focus".

"Grr..!". With my other free hand, I grabbed a pillow and threw it towards him swiftly. Luckily for him, he managed to dodge it and got away just in time, laughing at me terribly.

"What kind of familiar are you! Familiars helps their witches and not sit back!". I murmured in a plea. "This is too much for someone who has no experience...".