Lindworm Curse
Prompt 000: Diet
"This spell is particularly difficult to master, Dave. So you must first concentrate all the energy you have in order to even consider casting it. Understood?"
"Yeah, sure." He stood, for once, outside the Merlin's circle. Balthazar had taken him out to Central park and they were inside the little woods within the large area, hidden by the thickness of the leaves and bushes.
"Only use this spell Dave when absolutely necessary, you don't want to be weak before an enemy."
"Alright." Dave grew worried, Balthazar had not mentioned a thing of history or theory of this particular spell, he just brought him here, had him put on the pointy shoes and then started his earlier explanation.
Balthazar took a deep breath, and the energy from around them, from the very wind started to get pulled in towards the Master, Dave watched frowning slightly as his master's ring took a deep green glow and a thin sweat broke through his forehead. A little black ball appeared between them, crackling with dark energy that could not be seen, but had Dave's hairs standing on end. Balthazar lifted his hands, eyes still closed, the little ball took a bit just a bit more fullness…
Everything went to hell at that moment to; quite literally. The currents of the winds shifted, the ground beneath and between them rose, the tall trees leaned towards them and all the loose leaves and weakened brushes were pulled from their roots. The little black ball started to suck everything in, including Dave's cap what had him yelping and losing his footing. His buttons flew in as well, along with some of Balthazar's and a little chain the master had wrapped around his writs. The more it swallowed the bigger it became the harder to control, and Balthazar was groaning and gritting his teeth to keep it under control.
It was a loosing battle.
Dave slid to the floor and was been dragged with the power of the suction when Balthazar's eyes opened and noticing the little (actually BIG) incident lost his concentration and called Dave's name…
Just as the black ball disappeared.
Balthazar fell to his knees, panting, while Dave stared up at his master, panting in fear and surprise.
"What was THAT?"
"It's called a black hole, heard of them?"
Dave almost fainted.
Balthazar explained then that if this particular spell had been even attempted within the Merlin's circle utter and incredible chaos would issue; after all if the circle enhanced and helped Dave, or any other sorcerer to channel energy… It gave Dave the goose bumps to even consider the size of the black hole created within the circle.
"Your turn."
"What?"
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Veronica looked at herself in the mirror, a little frown set over her features. She turned to her side, flattened her clothes around her thighs, and then around her belly. She huffed, and then did it again, but this time face in front of the mirror. Becky appeared at the door at that moment;
"Hey, Blueberry Muffin call."
"I'm fat!"
Becky stared at Veronica for a second. "Not much, you've barely gained weight."
"My favorite pants won't fit."
"I told you to pick it a larger size."
"It's water, I must be bloating before my period."
"I thought you just had your period."
Veronica stared at the girl, who shook a bit the bag of muffins before walking to the kitchen. "Fine, but I'm not eating for the next couple of days."
"That's not good for you, all you need to do is exercise."
"Ha! I exercise daily, just ask Balthazar." Becky laughed out loud.
"It's not the same thing."
"But it's still exercise." Veronica started making tea, and huffed some more while Becky fished and pulled out for the cups. "I cant' help it; I have this constitution that everything I eat goes straight to my thighs and belly. I have to start watching what I eat."
"Well pizza is out then, as well as all mayor fast food chains."
"Goodness, I'll really have to learn to cook." Becky laughed at this, while Veronica readied the tea. They shared a comfortable silence and then sat to sugar their drinks and pull out the muffins. "And I'll have to stop eating these sweet things."
"I live out of these, I can't stop eating them."
"I should get an apprentice, probably if I do a lot of magic daily I'll be able to eat all I want and not gain weight."
"Well Dave has been eating like there is no tomorrow."
Veronica bit her muffin and hummed. "I know," She said after swallowing. "I've been there. Men never mind their waistline."
"Only if they are gay."
"Yeah." Veronica took another bite of her muffin and groaned. "This is going straight to my belly." Becky groaned too, only because the woman was acting like a teenager. "Do you think Balthazar would find me unappealing?"
"What? Are you nuts? He loves you too much to find you anything but gorgeous. Get that silly idea off your head and eat your muffin."
"But I'm fat!" Becky almost slammed her head against the table and took a deep breath.
"I'll tell you what, I will introduce you to the modern term diet, alright?"
Veronica nodded, and Becky hoped the sorceress at least suspected into what she was getting into.
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"Veronica!"
"Yes?"
"Where's the Cool Whip?"
"I threw it out!"
Balthazar stood too quickly and did not consider the fridge's door was also open, banding his head painfully on it's metal surface, he yelped, but did not forget why he'd done the sudden action. "What?"
"I threw it out." Answered Veronica arriving at the kitchen's door, looking angry.
"Why?"
"Because one spoonful has over two hundred calories, I've got to start watching what you and I eat. We are not getting any younger you know?"
"Who told you about calories counting?"
"Becky, after I asked her to help me loose some weight."
No, his sweet gorgeous Veronica had not turned into a calorie counting monster! "But the Cool Whip was mine."
"Regardless, we are on a diet."
"Since when?"
"Two thirty p.m." And with that she turned, leaving behind her the sweet scent of lavender and chamomile. Balthazar furrowed his brows and turned away. Maybe he should step out for a little. And after he calmed he would have a long talk with Rebecca Barnes.
This was Dave's fault!
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Dave found it funny and as he laughed Balthazar watched him, angrily. "You're on a diet?" He said laughing and pointing at Balthazar, while the master stared at his apprentice.
"It's not funny. I ate granola clusters for breakfast."
"Healthy."
"You say one more thing and I'll kill you."
"Alright, alright, sorry. Boy are you cranky."
"She threw out the Cool Whip."
"Not good."
"And the Colombian coffee."
"I'll step out for a moment and fetch some for you."
"Thank you. When you return it'll be my turn to laugh."
But as it turned out, there was no reason to laugh that evening. None at all.