Greendale

Witchcraft

         The next week went too quickly for me to process. Me and Sabrina continued our friendship by going out to the movies and shopping. I was banned from going over to the Spellman's alone so we hung out in my house. I had to lie to Sabrina every-time she asked me over.

Working at the bookshop had become very interesting in the best way possible. I enjoyed Cerberus and Hilda's company, they became my new family away from home.

As school was approaching I sat behind the counter doing some registration forms. It was a slow day, Tuesday was truck day so Cerberus had given me a new costume. Reading my painful expressions as I knocked over books on my way to the back of the shop or almost tripping over the bean bags on the west side of the store was a clear indicator that the fairy was probably not going to work out. I was now a witch. It was still a dress but smaller and more flattering on my body. The purple and black was more my style. The only thing I despised about this costume was the long pointy hat. Hilda was off today but I'm also sure she will be disappointed to see my shift in nature.

As I fill out my classes the bell Above the store door rings. A customer.

"Hello Ambrose" Mr. Cerberus said cooed
"Hello"

I look up from my forms. He was already glaring at me as I followed my eyes up to his.

"Anything I can help you find, young lad" he patted Ambrose on the back.
"Nope, just browsing. He took off towards the supernatural section.

I went bad to my pages. My thoughts were filled with questions. Did he know I was going to be here? Does he know I've been dodging him? Why the hell does art have seven different classes?

"Any recommendations love?" Ambrose called, peering beside one of the shelves in the back.
"I don't know, maybe The borrowers by Mary Norton" I shrugged.
He let out a loud exhale, "booooringggg" he went back to browsing.

Astronomy? Yes. My classes were slowly filling.

"Have you read The Feasting dead, Lydia?" He looked back over.
"No"
"Booo" he rolled his eyes.

Tennis? No.

"The bad seed?"
"Yes, quite interesting actually" I shook my head, my eyes fixed on the school paperwork.
"I agree"
"Then why are you asking?" I looked up, showing my frustration.

Ambrose walks toward the counter where I sat.

"Whoa calm down there. Just want to see what you like" he set a book on the counter.

The Meaning of Witchcraft.

"That sounds boring" I snort as I ring in the novel.
"Witchcraft isn't interesting to you?" He waited for approval.
"Not really. I prefer ghosts and vampires. .89 cents." I waited for the change.
"Says the lady behind a counter wearing a ridiculous witch costume. Anyways, vampires are totally fake."
"Witches aren't?" I looked up at his gaze.
"They're more real than Vampires" he mocked me.

"Have a nice day Ambrose" I waved him out.
"See you around, hopefully"
"Yep"

"You've been dodging me" he said as he made his exit.

There was no time to reply, he was gone. He was so weird. It felt like he was reading my inner thoughts as he looked into my eyes.

Maybe he is a witch. I laughed.