Tony Seeds

Chapter 4: The Ritual Of A Hero

Authors Note: Many trained people can not identify a magical ley line when they encounter one. Sure they may know the geographic ones, but a magical one sprouts from nothing, for no reason, and whenever it wants. One magician by the name of Grant Himiechi of Tokyo Japan theorized this is due to the god of fate Moirai deciding who is to make changes in the timeline necessary for the planet's survival. That theory is still in testing to this day.

After the familiar lesson and a night's rest, Harriet began her morning routine. Waking up in a grog, sheepishly walking down eight flights of stairs to her bathroom, brushing her teeth, combing her thick curled hair only for it to defiantly fluff itself back up, and walking all the way back up the stairs to find her clothes of the day. Today she decided to wear her slayer T-shirt which was a size too big, and black pants she found in a thrift store for five dollars.

Harriet put her round glasses back on and looked around the room. She felt ready for today's secret mission. Her plan was to attempt her own familiar spell early in the morning. If it didn't succeed, she would go to a local animal shelter in Salem and attempt it on an animal. That way if her desired project failed, she had a back up plan. That was her newest motto for witchcraft and sorcery. "Always have two plans." It seemed to be working out for her thus far.

She grabbed her black purse. She remembers that this was her first enchantment lesson. Black purse, with a little golden square button, has been enchanted for shrinking and storing things if Harriet needs more than she can carry. Around her room, Harriet arranges her supplies. A book of matches, her melted star guitar in its case, six candles of differing size and color, the candle she happened to sneak from the candle catacombs from the night before, Norman brand kosher salt, and her special project pumpkin Tony. Everything was organized and arranged perfectly on her bed. Harriet took each item, placed it next to the opening of her purse, which then began shrinking the surplus and inhaling the goods into the bag. She also brought some snacks and sodas she kept under her bed. She never knew when she'd get hungry.

She slung the bag's strap over her right shoulder and rested the bag on her left hip and started her adventure. At least she would have if it weren't for Wick surprising her by coming up her stairwell.

"Good morning Harriet." Wick greeted.

"GAH. Sorry, good morning Wick." Harriet composed herself.

"I see you have the... do i have to say it..." wick hesitantly said.

"The shrinky bag." Harriet finished for him.

"Yes... that... what exactly is in the... shrinky.. bag...?" Wizard wick forced himself to ask. " Typically you wear the other black purse with the stars on it?"

Harriet felt a suspicious sense she was being interrogated. She scrambled a lie together mentally.

" oh just... felt like a change. I know you wanted me to find a new familiar so i thought I'd get some supplies while im out.. i saw the cabinet was running low on... flour..."

"Flour..." Wick responded in monotone.

"Yeah! Flour." Harriet replied defensively. "I know that some of the recipes for your spells require structural support and I wanted to be considerate."

Wick rubbed his bottom eyelids with the index and thumb of his right hand and stared at his all pupil.

"Do you know how i lived so long my dear student?" Wick baited.

"Cardio?" Harriet tried to guess.

"By learning who is lying to me. You clearly have the pumpkin in the bag. You probably had some grand little scheme to make your vegitation familiar behind my back and try and impress me. Right?" The wizard claimed.