𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞

"Hey, Annie. I know you kinda work with illegal stuff... Could you get me a letter out of camp and to my brother?" I asked the girl while holding onto the letter for dear life.

Annie was sent to the camp because of doing black magic and illegal business for a while. As I said, nobody was innocent here. If rumors were true, Sunny ate a human guy once. She never confirmed nor denied these accusations. Back to the story, I knew if anyone, Annie could help me get my letter to my brother.

"Everything can be done. The cost is what differs for each action."

"Yeah, I'm aware, what do you want?" I asked her.

"You are a witch as well, right? I want a page from your Grimoire. Any page, any spell. Give it to me, and I do what you want."

It was an odd request, but it could be done easily. I always had my Grimoire on me in case it should come in handy. It was a small, leather-clad black notebook that I used for writing spells and incantations and rituals in. It was like a journal, writing down the stuff I learned always helped me get a better grasp on it. I pulled it out of my jumper's pocket and opened it at a random page. The only thing on it was a pretty standard love potion recipe. Every witch learned it at the age of ten at most. I didn't need it. I took the page and tore it out in one swift movement. I handed the paper to Annie.

She examined it for a bit, then nodded. She seemed pleased with it.

"That's perfect. Thank you. Your letter will be in the hands of your brother in no time." she said. "Can I ask what's in it?" she asked gesturing towards the letter, that I was still holding.

"Just some ideas. I might be temporarily suspended from my coven, but that doesn't mean my ideas on making it better don't count. I just have to have somebody else present them," I lied. Annie was a nice girl and a friend. But I didn't want to tell her the truth. I didn't want to tell anybody the truth. The truth that I might have found out what killed Margie and Lana. Not until I wasn't sure about it.

"I see. Well, your ideas will soon be read by your brother," she smiled at me and then left. I had nothing more to do than waiting for a reply that might change the game.

***

I was sitting in the cabin with Helen and Andy, reading some stupid joke, when a crow started scratching the window by my bed. It's been raining cats and dogs for two days in a row, and none of us had the urge to go and dive in mud unlike Tavvy and Sunny, who both adored this kind of weather.

I jumped up from the bed and walked over to the window. The other's eyes followed me as I looked out on the bird.

From up close I realized it wasn't a crow but a very specific big magpie.

"Malekith?" I opened up the window in shock.

My brother's familiar jumped in quickly and croaked at me in delight.

"It's nice to see you two, little birdie. But what brings you here?"

Croak. Croak.

"He did? Did you bring a response?" my eyes lit up in expectation.

Malekith nodded.

God, I love this bird so much! On his leg, there it was, a small parchment rolled up and fastened carefully.

I took the letter then gave Malekith a kind pet on the head.

"What's that?" Helen asked quriously.

"The letter or the bird?"

"Both."

"Well, say hi to my brother's familiar, Malekith," I introduced the bird, "And this is the answer to all our questions," I said, waving the parchment around.