The Gypsy & The Fae (Helvinski Territory Book 1)

Chapter 20

Everyone has been in an uproar. As soon as we found Mom in the kitchen and Gavril explained his theory she rushed out around trying to set up ways to contact fellow gypsies she knew to verify. Heaton had rushed over as soon as Mom had contacted him to come to our house. The only thing he said to me: "I guess you have a lovely excuse for no homework for a few days." Which, since my good ol' Mom heard, had her narrowing her eyes and a strict warning to him about no funny business and that I needed the homework else I would drive her up a wall with all the booming in the garden. So apparently she did know what I was up to on my own when I was there with Casper. Doesn't help that Gavril teamed up with her. 

For the next two days, Gavril has been going to his classes while Heaton and I have been having history lessons in my living room. A bit of magic testing in the gardens--with Mom present. Mostly, the adults were curious to see what exactly was my magic proficiency. When they started explaining the foundation and such, it would go in one ear and out the other. They quickly gave up that route of teaching. Instead, they showed me what it looks like or put me to work to figure out how to set up a requested spell, and I usually got it after a few trial and errors--explosions included. With the help of Gavril, I manage to keep my accidents to a minimum when he comes by after his classes. 

For a while now, Mom has been in and out of the house gathering more information or staying late over at the Chrys' place going through their volumes of books. Many of the novels were spellbound to their home so that  any invasion or robber trying to sneak it out would instead, destroy it. These spells were done by the ancient ones long ago that came over to help this territory settle. "You nervous?" I snapped my eyes up at Gavril who eyed me over the top of his English homework spread all over his side of the dining room table. He stayed here till it was time for me to sleep. I was surprised that Mom would allow it but also glad she made this exception for him. It felt spooky when I was the only one around even with Casper in this huge home. I'm still more used to the dilapidated house we lived in in Florida. Small. Everyone knew or heard where someone else was walking about to and from. "Shelly?" he called, snapping me out of my reveries. 

"Kinda," I leaned back in my chair. I was still on the same page in my history book that I was a few minutes ago. Nothing was sinking in. 

Heaton deemed it all right for me to start classes up with everyone else. It has been three weeks since everything occurred. Spellwork and magic control has definitely improved. For example, I could hold up a magic shield longer now--definitely not as long as Gavril could. I knew how to use some of the other elements too and know the basics of feeling out the different types of magic besides the types Mom and Grams used without setting them off. 

Like Mom, Heaton asked me to keep my dispelling style to a bare minimum. It was hard being unable to use my fingers to pinch or unravel the spells I could clearly see. I had to learn to do it Mom's way which was a sweeping motion that de-threaded and/or clearly cut the spell apart. It was harder for me doing it the "usual" way because I preferred contact. Spells. Curses. Traps. Traces. Any form of magic that a being did to be left in contact on a surface would be visible to the person only until it settled into the surface and stabilized. Then, a memory would form in their mind of the exact location of the magic so that he/she could come back to that point to do whatever it is they want--even de-spelling it. Even for sensory paranormals and gypsies like my mom and grandma, they can not truly see see the spell on, like, the door to stop people from eavesdropping. Like paranormals, they have a memory of the location. For sensing other's spells, they get feelings, unclear images or focus of the spell laid on a surface. They couldn't see the intricate looping or interconnecting "stuff" (as I call it) like I can. Thus, it was hard to fake it. So glittery. So pretty. So--yeah. Distracting. As a result, I've be training to do this wide sweep style--that craps my style! To the extent that bystanders also get a kick out of the accidents that befall me.