Spellbound

Chapter Three

The days flowed together, it had been awhile since I hadn't been marked the weirdo or had to stick right next to Nathan and Patricia. But this school, the ugly school with graffiti covering the walls and mud and mold all over, had something nowhere else didn't. I kept my distance most of the time, I'd see Adam and KJ around the halls already at each other's sides, even before the first class of the day. I'd sit with them at lunch, I'd leave with Nathan, and everything was normal. Incredibly normal. Something I had always wanted, and never got. I had somehow gotten by complete accident.

A school where I hadn't been singled out for being strange, or completely ignored. A group of people that invited me to do things in and after school. Sitting in the covens safehouse, an old farmhouse older than most lines of witches (All except the leader's lines. Like me) where we had been taught most of our casting and magic, and kids were still being taught in the school room, and my mothers lab sat in the basement, filled to the brim with plants, books, vials of potions, actual cauldrons, and hex bag galore, I sat on her spinning bar stool, watching her mutter to herself while mixing a strange combinations of herbs in her mortar and pestle.
"I've got a partner project in history this week," I said, running my finger over a vibrant blue flower.
She dumped the herbs into a cast iron pot before answering. "That's good, are they a good partner?"
I bit my lip and spun again. "Yep, He was gone for a few weeks so the teacher thought that it would be fairer if he was with a new kid."
I could hear the amusement in mother's voice. "Teachers out there are so funny."
She had never really gotten our want to go to a public school, not when we finished our schooling at twelve years old and could do whatever from there on. We didn't move on to take up jobs in the coven, not when we were one day going to have to run it, we insisted on school in the outside world, needing some normality. Normality that wasn't the fact I used to trap Nathan against the ceiling when we were young and he would make me mad. Being the daughter of the best caster in the coven, even another heir couldn't get out of my spells. And Nathan knew it. So he also wanted to go somewhere where we could learn more proper ways of dealing with things. We were a lot calmer now.
"They are nice though, no need to actually pay attention to Latin anymore," I said and smiling when I felt her frown on the back of my head. I slowly turned back to her. "Sorry, I love latin."
Green eyes narrowed, but I knew she didn't actually care because she turned away and went back to her work. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out, smirking when I saw that I wasn't going to have to text Adam about our project first.

Do you know when you

want to finish up the project?

"Some boy if he's got you all smiley from a text."
My eyes shot up and my mother was watching me again, her shoulders were less tense than before and her eyes were kind, she wasn't upset that I had given someone other than the coven my number. "He's really handsome," I admitted.
Her lips curved into a smile. "I bet if he's got a daughter of mine all gooey."
I scrunch my nose. "Gooey? Really mom?"
"Oh, honey you have no idea the look on your face." She rested her hip on the countertop. "Is he nice along with nice looking?"
I nibbled on my bottom lip thinking about how honestly kind he had been to me since we met in history. "Yes. He's really kind to me."
She began placing other various herbs and liquids into the pot, laughing at me. "I'm glad. You have told him you like him?" She asked glancing towards the stairs, checking to make sure no one else had heard our scandalous conversation. Talking to people outside the coven was fine, but liking someone, that was a no-no, they could easily give us away to the hunters without even knowing, and the elders-other than my mother- wanted to keep all bloodlines strictly Wiccan. No normies here is what my mother used to say.