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Chapter II: The deceit of the helpless

The weekends were the worst.

Wendy's would be full of loud families, and they all demanded extra attention.

Needless to say that Rachel wasn't a fan. She barely tolerated those shifts.

The only upside being that Mondays was her day off, and once the weekend was over she had her well deserved day of rest.

Was it already Monday?

It couldn't be. The weekend had passed too quickly. It was probably still Sunday, which meant she had a long shift ahead.

Groaning, she opened her eyes expecting to be looking up to her familiar lilac ceiling, only to realize that she was staring at the backseat of a moving car. She wasn't laying down on her bed. She was sitting awkwardly in a SUV that was being driven by an odd woman she'd just met.

Great.

"Soon, we will get there."Emma said from the driver's seat. Rachel hadn't noticed that she was also wearing sunglasses. To be fair she had been absorbed by how strange the woman was, generally speaking. From her big black hat to her dark and elegant gloves.

Rachel nodded barely containing her racing thoughts. Why had she obeyed to Leroy and Hiram?

Because she was a goody two shoes that liked to kill her co-workers, that's why.

The thought made her shiver. Tom's lifeless body on the ground was an image she saw every time she closed her eyes. That, and a sea of red. She kept seeing red allover. Pouring down and filling every gap and corner, leaving room for nothing else.

Everything was dark and Rachel couldn't see past the headlights of the car.

She knew she was in Canada. Or at least she believed she was in Canada. For all she knew they could have been in Quebec or on their way to Alaska. Or maybe she'd been wrong -big time- and they'd traveled all the way to South America.

She pictured this institute as a prison. Or maybe a castle. With thunder in the background. Cliche as it sounded, it seemed rather fitting to the situation. Which itself was cliche: a young girl who never quite managed to fit in discovers that she has unusual abilities? Yeah. Nothing new. Except that instead of seeing fairies or talking to cute and furry animals, she could make people bleed to death. How delightful.

The man sitting opposite to her never moved from his spot. His stillness gave her the chills. That and the fact that they were all wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night. Who were they?Teachers?

She wasn't about to ask.

The car finally came to halt, into what seemed to be an abandoned and empty parking space.

Emma killed the engine before twisting around so she could face her. "Sorry about the walk, this is the closest place to the school. From now on, on foot."

Rachel swallowed loudly. "Not a problem."She whispered before breaking eye contact. The sunglasses didn't make the older woman look less intimidating. She followed them outside shivering in her coat.

She could make out three small and rustic parking spaces surrounded by tall dark trees. Calling them parking space was generous. The car was sitting on a patch of dirt with a few black marks to separate them from the other two spaces.

Rachel looked towards the trees. A conifer forest, that much was clear. She remembered, years before, doing a paper on the preservation of the Boreal forest in her research she'd wondered wherever the air would have smelt fresher. Now she knew, it did. Even the wind felt different from the one that occasionally blew in Lima.

The road they'd arrived from was hidden away by the trees, and that was the only visible path.

She wondered which way was the institute supposedly supposed to be.

The two men carried her suitcases and disappeared in the woods. Just like that, they vanished without a trace.

"Are we going to follow them?"Rachel cautioned. What if I've just been robbed?What if there is no special school?! The trail of thoughts that followed were each less reassuring than the other.

Her dads hadn't said a word about this place other than: "It's for people like you."

Had they paid a tuition?Or had they been forced to send her there?

"Yes, we'll follow them. However,"Emma paused then, inching closer, her unusual accent was once again marked by a Scandinavian cadence. "You won't remember the trail. You see, we cannot trust a newcomer. What if you tell others our whereabouts? Plus, we can't afford to have young and confused people on the run. You understand, don't you?"In one swift move she lowered her shades, and looked straight into the girl's eyes.

Rachel's lips parted, ready to voice her outrage at the sugar-coated treat, before her body decided to betray her. She swayed suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of dizziness and fell into a relentless slumber.

A woman was standing by the water. Her bare feet barely touching the frozen water. She was standing by what seemed to be a large lake, surrounded by tundra. In the distance Rachel could see dark mountains, their peaks white against the blue clear sky. The woman wasn't facing her. Although she couldn't see her face, she could hear her voice.

Low and hoarse.

The woman wasn't making any sense. It didn't seem possible that her words belonged to any existing language.

Still Rachel felt compelled to listen, although she knew that she wasn't physically standing there, she'd never felt such a strong connection to another person. Nor Finn, nor her dads.

Then the woman screamed, a loud and painful earth shattering screech, lifting her arms over her head, her hands reaching above, towards the sky.

Rachel woke with a scream. It was her own voice that rang through her ears, and not the one of the eerily familiar woman she'd just seen. Except that now she was definitely not looking at a woman standing by the water. She was in a bed, in an unfamiliar room. Rays of light peaked through peach coloured curtains, illuminating her surroundings, which consisted in the double sided bed which she was currently in. Other than the window there was a single wooden door.

Rachel hesitated before lifting her blanket and breathed a sigh of relief in seeing that she was still wearing her gray t-shirt and black trousers. She was tempted to check wherever there were scars on her body, just so to confirm that they hadn't harvest her organs. Just to be sure.

She stood and shivered,remembering what had happened before she'd blacked out.

Emma had done that!

How foolish to believe that she could be safe in the middle of nowhere following three odd strangers deep into a forest. How could her parents do this to her?

She stumbled to the window, and brusquely parted the curtains. In the background she could see the outline of a few mountains, while the rest of her view was submerged by tall dark trees. She'd been right, most of them were firs and spruces. They were the most common trees in the Canadian Boreal forest. Sadly however that did not help her to locate her whereabouts, because that type of forest extended Yukon to Quebec.

There was a patch of grass, which probably was the building's back garden. She opened the window and peered outside. She was at the third floor of a georgian house. She could not see how far did the building extend to, but she could tell it was quite a big property.

The brisk air outside made her pull back into the bedroom. She had just closed the window's latch when the door slammed open. She jumped, swallowing back down a scream. Rachel Berry keep it together. Don't make them see you afraid. Fearful isn't a trait of mine.

"You sure are jumpy!" Emma greeted her. She was holding a tray in her hands, which had a mug of what presumably seemed like coffee and a plate with two homemade looking waffles.

Emma was wearing a flowery dress, that could kindly be described as "bright". She wasn't wearing her weird all-black accessories, such as the shades. Her inhuman yellow-ish eyes twinkled in the morning light. Her red hair was pulled up in an elegant top knot, that made her look normal, beautiful even. "I'll put the tray on the bed, sorry for the temporary arrangement, but your arrival sure was sudden." She carefully laid down the tray, before retracing her steps to the door. "I have to apologize for yesterday. This is a school, not a prison. But, we can't let new arrivals be swept away by their new...circumstances. You can think of it as a precautionary measure. I'll come by later, eat now."

"I don't understand any of it!" Rachel exclaimed, suddenly ignoring her plan to "keep it together".

Emma smiled sadly. "All in good time." She closed the door behind her, leaving once again Rachel to her own paranoid ridden mind.

Her grumbling stomach betrayed her, and she approached the tray. She studied its contents, frowning she picked up a note next to waffle plate.

"IT'S VEGAN!" It stated in a very loopy handwriting.

Her parents had told them, no doubt. Which meant they had to have some sort of contact with the school. Maybe they'd made arrangements years before.

Had they always known it would come to this?

Rachel Berry was not stupid. Growing up she'd always known that she was different from other kids. But she'd never imagined that different would be this different. Also, her parents had always repeated to her that the only difference between their daughter and other children was that she was talented. Her dads were like that. They never tiptoed around her, they'd always seemed honest.

Liars. Just thinking about them made her feel awful and it spoiled her appetite. All the better hence the food could be poisonous. She obediently waited by the window for what seemed to be hours. They'd taken her watch so she couldn't be sure.

As promised, it was Emma who came by. She eyed disapprovingly the untouched tray but did not comment on it. "Follow me, I'll take you downstairs. The girls are training outdoors, so I can show you around in peace."

Rachel eagerly followed her outside the room.

Halfway through the landing there was lovely set of stairs, Emma followed them downstairs. Rachel had been right at guessing that her room had been on the third floor, which made her smile stupidly.

"The house was recently rebuilt, it used to be an old rural house. At the time it served the same function it serves today. It's off the radar which is ideal for our activities." While she was speaking she walked through the front hall, which had a big set of double doors that must have lead outside. "Four floors, the ground floor, has a kitchen, a dining room, a living room, it's mostly used by the girls during their free time. We take turns cooking and cleaning up." She walked past a large dining room that faced the same direction as the bedroom Rachel had woken up in. The glass sliding doors showed the same view onto a small portion of grass that preceded the treeline. Instead of a fence there were a few flower pots which outlined the garden. Maybe it was just the dining room's garden. As if reading her mind, Emma opened one of the sliding doors. "When the weather permits we put a table out, it's quite nice." She smiled, and it seemed honest, rather than forced. She closed the door and resumed their tour. The kitchen was large and modern, definitely made in recent times. Did an agency really come to set it up in the middle of nowhere? It was hard to believe they'd done it themselves.

They returned to the hall, stopping by the stairs. "The first floor has a few libraries and studies, while the second is mostly used by us teachers. You girls sleep on the fourth floor, the third floor is usually not used. " Beaming, she looked unexpectedly at her. "Any questions?"

Are you kidding me?! "Just a few," Rachel reply was close to a hiss. "Such as," she went on to say with a surreal calm voice. "What in the world is going own?"

Emma frowned, confused. "What do you mean?"

Rachel laughed incredulous. She wrapped her arms around herself while her eyes roamed suspiciously her surroundings. "I did something awful and now my dads sent me away without any explanation other than get off at the tenth stop of this train ride to nowhere!" Her voice rose with each word, she was about to lose it completely. "So no, I don't understand. You guys , who are you?! How did my parents know about this place? I am not underage, I am an adult which means I should be able to go wherever I want! So why should I stay here, with weirdos who wear sunglasses in the middle of the night and have yellow eyes?!" She paused to take a breath."Yellow!" Rachel repeated incredulous.

Emma had listened to her frenetic rant by remaining calmly composed. "Your parents should be the ones telling you about the circumstances surrounding your...coming here. Not me."

"How long have they know about this place?Why did they-"

Emma interrupted her with a sigh. "As I said, they should tell you about these kind of information." She turned around and walked off towards the kitchen.

Rachel was once again bewildered, and remained still for a few seconds. Then she snapped into action. In a few strides she caught up with Emma, standing in her way by blocking the kitchen door.

"Can you please tell me at least what is happening?!" She shouted. Good thing she wanted to keep it together. "Now!"She urged.

Emma's voice seemed as collected as ever. "Are you trying to say...you don't know anything?They didn't tell you? You didn't know about your heritage?"

Rachel shook her head. "No. I have no idea other than I somehow made Tom bleed to death. I know I did it. I wished I could hurt...someone else but instead...it was an accident. I didn't mean for it to happen. The police wanted to talk to me but my dads sent me away before they could. That's all I know."

Emma patted Rachel's arm, in what was intended to be a reassuring gesture, but served to aggravate Rachel's uneasiness.

"I thought you'd been told at least about it. It seems I overlooked things. Sorry, you are our first real new student. I forget how to behave sometimes."

"What is this place?" Rachel pleaded, for what seemed to be the tenth time that morning.

Emma's unnatural eyes bore into her own rather common brown ones.

"This school was made by witches. So other young witches could grow up and study what had been banned and forbidden in older times."

Rachel laugh didn't seem to be appreciated. Emma still looked deadly serious. "Are you saying, you are a witch?And so am I?"

"Yes, we are not entirely human. You, Rachel Berry, are a witch."

She'd never been called a witch before, a hag once or twice, but never witch. It was too infantile, even for brain dead high school bullies.

"Not kidding..." Rachel murmured, her legs felt wobbly and she was overwhelmed by a strong urge to slide on the floor.

"It's the truth. Witches are in some ways a cross between mortals and the otherworldly creatures. Not many left, as you might have imagined. You see, only few witches manage to give birth, most of us are infertile. So usually newborn witches are born and raised in their coven, which are nowadays referred to schools or institute." Emma pulled the young girl towards the couch, as if preventing her imminent fall. "Sit, there is quite a bit you should now."

Rachel obeyed, and sat down next to a comforting looking lilac pillow.

While her brain said NO her instincts knew Emma was telling the truth. It explained things, or some things at least. A small part of her had once hoped that magic really existed. I mean, she'd read Harry Potter countless times. Sadly this school was no Hogwarts, and it seemed that making people bleed to death with just a thought was something more suitable to Voldemort.

"I won't go into details now, but I'll tell you...let's say, the basics. Witches are rare, hard to come by. Birth is a rare thing among us. All the witches roaming the world now are quite old, you see, we have ways of prolonging our lives. Witches used to live within their small covens. Nowadays things are different. Most witches have been hunted down by... Other creatures, no need to delve into that either." A shiver ran down Rachel's spine. Hunted down?! "So we keep together or try to. Some of the younger ones want to change things but they don't understand the gravity of this war. So we keep them far from the mundane world. I raised the girls who live here, most of their mothers weren't fortunate enough to raise them with me. Sorry, I am straying from the subject. What I wanted to say is that although I said I wouldn't tell, I find it incredibly outrageous that you've been kept in the dark about who you are. I just thought you were trying to get out of here as most younglings would try to. I'd never heard about your parents, until a few days ago. They somehow contacted us telling us that of their dangerous daughter who was a witch. We found a way to confirm they weren't lying, so I decided to take you in."

She paused, giving her time to process all that. It took a huge amount of will not to throw a fit. And Rachel really would have loved nothing more than to shout and scream at the absurdity of it all.

"That is all I know, about you I mean. We could sense another witch, but we'd never imagined that she would be the youngest one."

"Youngest?"

Emma nodded, the sad smile returning. "We are a dying kind Rachel. We thought that after Brittany there hadn't been any more births. But, it seems that you are the youngest one yet."

"That means... No witches have been born for nineteen years?" Rachel felt strangely... emotional about it. Which was stupid since she's just learned about the existence of witches.

"Sadly. Which is slightly better than what we thought, which is nearly twenty two years. Not a huge difference, yet it's vital. The fact that we didn't sense your birth... I don't understand it yet."

Rachel was once again slightly bewildered at the woman's words. "Witches sense one another?"

"More than that, we know at all times how many of us are out there. It's a link you see, we know when one of us perishes or comes to life. I mistook you for one of the solitary witches, the ancient ones who roam about... I was wrong. I could hardly believe when your parents contacted me."

Rachel mulled over Emma's words before asking with skepticism, "So witches sense one another all the time? All of them? Do you know exactly how many witches are left?"

Emma's smile turned sour, as if she'd just tasted something repulsive. She stood up and smoothed her skirt before replying to her question. "Twenty-three as of today. Last year twenty-five. Ten years ago thirty-seven. A hundred years ago seventy."Emma drew a shaky breath before returning to what seemed to be her cheerful self. "Come on, the girls will soon be back from their lesson with Sue. I'll show you your real room."

Rachel followed her once again up the stairs to the fourth floor.

Her room was facing the back of the house, and she could spot the small outside garden, but her view was mostly occupied by tall and lovely trees. The walls were of a soft pastel colour, that was a combination of blue and gray. Two beds rested beside the two opposites walls of the room. Half of the room was untouched while the other... wasn't as tidy. The bed had been left undone, a couple of clothes and magazines lay on the ground.

Emma sighed looking slightly irritated. "I told her to tidy up..."she grumbled, picking up the things on the floor. "Sorry about the mess Rachel, Santana isn't a fan of cleaning in general. Anyway, you each have a wardrobe, although you will have to wear a uniform while you are studying here. I left you suitcase and bags in your wardrobe, and I hope that the uniform fits you, otherwise I'll try to find another size." After one last glance in her direction, she left, closing the door behind her.

Rachel waited a few seconds before slamming open her wardrobe. How could she have not noticed that her bag was missing? For the first time in nearly a year, she had not thought about Finn. She picked her bag up, and pressed it to her chest.

"I'm so sorry." She whimpered, fighting back her tears.

The uniform was ridiculous. The pleated skirt and gray jumper were... boring. Why were they making twenty year olds wear silly frilly uniforms? Rachel would have understood if they'd given her a cape or a pointy hat...

She had a quick shower in the bathroom she shared with the messy girl, Santana, before going downstairs again.

She heard laughter and chatter.

Her stomach was tied in knots, she wasn't any good around people her age. She remembered Karofsky's angry face spitting insults over her. She hesitated on the last step, what was she doing there?! She should have left... she was no witch.

Just a murderer.

There were a few girls standing in the living room. They were all wearing the same uniform except for Emma and a tall blonde lady, who was wearing a bright red track suit.

They all turned immediately to face her, wearing matching curious expressions.

Great.

Rachel meekly waved her hand in what was supposed to be a confident notion, that probably looked nothing other than stupid.

"Hi, my name is Rachel Berry." She sputtered out.

The only friendly smile was from Emma; the others didn't look to keen on her lame introduction. Five girls in total. One in particular was giving a really dirty look.

Emma thankfully broke the awkward silence. "Everyone..." She began with an encouraging nod.

A girl with blue stripes in her hair groaned. "I'm Tina."

Next to her a scrawny brunette let out a huge sigh, as if introducing herself was a huge pain in the ass. "I'm Marley."

"Santana." Spat out the one who'd been shooting darts in her direction. "And what happened to your face?"

Rachel looked horrified at her words. She'd forgotten all about the bruises made by Karofsky.

The tall blonde girl next to the latina was the only one who seemed nice enough not to grumble. "Hi Rachel! This is so weird!"She squealed, practically bouncing. "I'm Brittany, and you were raised with the norms right?How is it?Do they have lots of shops?Cable TV?Have you seen the Internet?"

The lady in the track suit made a noncommittal snort, earning a disapproving look from Emma.

"I'm Quinn." The girl who'd spoken was...gorgeous. A cool kind beauty. Also, noted Rachel to her displeasure, she looked like the type of girl who would have loved to torture her in high school. Not that these girl went to her "mundane" high school.

"And I am Sue. I teach you girls different ways of combat."

Rachel looked at her, incredulous at her words. Did she just say combat?!

Emma sensed her upcoming panic, so she diplomatically offered to make her some lunch.

"You girls, go study upstairs. Rachel needs to get used to things."

Sue also left, saying that she had things that needed to get done.

"What would you like? I have some vegetables, which Marley grows in her vegetable garden."

"She grows her own?" Maybe they weren't all as bad as she'd thought they'd be.

Emma made her a sandwich, and Rachel was once again struck by the oddity of it all. She would be usually still working, and no one made her lunches or dinners. Not for a long time. No one would notice her absence, although she imagined that the police would have wanted to question her.

"There you go," Emma said pushing a plate in front of her. "All vegan friendly!"

Rachel found herself smiling in return. "So is it just you and Sue?"

"Yes. Once upon a time the girls mothers used to be live here too."

"What about those two men? The ones who took my suitcases..."

Emma laughed before replying. "Those weren't men. Just shadows. I use them when I need to appear not so...defenseless."

"So there are only witches, and no wizards?"

"No wizards whatsoever. Just good old witches. Nothing else."Emma kept going on. "You will learn in time. As I said -to my knowledge- it's never happened that a witch would be brought up without knowing about her nature. And I don't want to overwhelm you with too much information. Plus once I get going on about demons and such...I promise you, from tomorrow I'll make sure that you catch up."She concluded.

Did she just say demons?

Dinner was awkward. Throughout the meal Rachel had felt scrutinized by the other girls.

They were all staring at her as if she were an alien or a new attraction at a freak show.

To be fair, Rachel had also stolen a few looks in their direction. She couldn't imagine being raised in such an isolated place.

Did they ever get to leave? Go shopping? She wasn't going to risk asking, not yet.

Once finished, Emma gently dismissed her, insisting that she would need to rest for the busy following day. Which probably just meant that she wanted to talk to the others about her.

Rachel slowly made her way upstairs and to her bedroom. She changed into her comfortable and familiar pajamas and jumped into her new bed.

Her head was buzzing, so it took awhile before she could feel herself slowly falling asleep.

Her new reality was scary, yet , it felt weirdly...right. Maybe it did explain why she'd always felt like such an outcast. Not because she was more talented than others, but because she didn't even belong to the same species as them.

They wanted her there. Okay, not the other girls, but Emma did. In time, who knew, she could come to like the school.

But something had bothered her for awhile. Emma had said that witches could sense one another, Rachel had never sensed anything of the kind.

That's when she remembered her dream. She'd felt connected to the woman in her dream.

What am I going to do? She pondered, her hand closing on her necklace.

A young boy was laughing. He had a huge smile and dimples. His curly wild hair stood out in all directions.

"Rae!" He called. "Come on!"

Rachel squealed in delight. "I'm coming to get you!" She managed to get out between giggles. "Watch out!"

The boy stopped dead on his tracks. The grass and flowers around him withered, one by one.

"No, you are not." He cried.

The sky, which had been clear a few seconds before had darkened. A storm was coming.

"Let's go home!"Rachel pleaded. She had a really bad feeling. "Come on!" She urged, shaking her hand. "Hurry!"

A low hum grew louder and louder. Similar to a chant, it was eerily familiar. The buzz wasn't made out by words, yet she knew it meant something.

The boy had nearly reached her, his hand grasping her outstretched one. They were about to run towards their house when the chant grew to a painful screech. The boy stumbled and fell, clutching his body in agony.

"Rae!" He pleaded, it was too late. His tears had become red.

Rachel startled awake. Her body was covered by a cold sheet of sweat. Her dream had been so terrifyingly real. Rachel had never had particularly weird dreams; she usually dreamed about her future as star or meeting Barbara. Even after Finn had died her nightmares had never been so... overwhelming.

She checked the time, she'd found her wristwatch in her bag and had fondly put it back on.

Four in the morning. Great.

Rachel pushed her blanket back, casting a furtive look at the opposite bed. Santana was fast asleep, and it seemed that her sneer was always present.

She's probably not keen on sharing her room...

Rachel got up as quietly as possible leaving the door partly open behind her.

She managed not to fall down the stairs and reached the kitchen without getting lost. It was still dark out and Rachel couldn't see much other than the outline of the forest. She was curious, about the whereabouts of this place, but she wasn't about to go out and check for herself.

Not yet at least.

She found the right cupboard and was about to pour herself a refreshing glass of water when the sound of a closing door made her jump.

What a wuss you've become!

She held her breath, wondering if someone had just come back in or left. Not that it was any of her business, but, Emma had made it sound as if the girls didn't go out on their own.

A blonde head bobbed in the kitchen. And stopped dead short once seeing someone else was up. It was the beautiful cheerleader-type girl, Quinn. And from the alarmed look on her face, she'd been out.

"I won't tell!" Rachel rushed to say. "I was thirsty so.."

Quinn's expression deepened into a scowl. "I don't care about that. Don't tell or else."

"Did you just threaten me?"Rachel scoffed.

"You are so smart! I don't like you, okay? I don't even trust you. I'm not sure why Emma was foolish enough to believe your story.."

"My story?"Rachel interrupted.

"Yes," Quinn hissed, venom had seeped into her voice. "I'll keep my eye on you."

Rachel remained speechless. She felt outraged and really irritated. Don't get pushed around. Not anymore. "And I'll keep my eye on you." It was the lamest thing she could have possibly said, but she didn't care. Quinn left after one last angry glare in her direction, leaving Rachel as confused as ever.

The boy woke with a shout. His dream had been so real...He looked around alarmed. This wasn't his room. He was laying on the ground. And it was freezing.

He scrambled on his feet, panic taking over.

What in the world was going on?

He could see mountains in the background, and a lake. Or maybe an ocean. He couldn't be sure. Scattered around him where lychees,browny shrubs and a few patches of grass.

What an odd dream.

He shivered again. Wake up, he huffed. Come on!

Nothing happened.

He noticed then that his feet were bare and that he was still wearing his blue pajamas.

A small yet worrisome detail.

"Son!" A woman's voice hollered. He whirled around, to find himself face-to-face with a dark haired woman. She was wearing a black dress which struck him as old fashioned. "Took you long enough." She remarked.

He gulped loudly. That wasn't his mother.

Her scornful chuckle was crisp and clear.

The wind swept to the side her long dark hair, she didn't seem to care.

"I've missed you."She whispered hugging him.

He remained still like a statue. What kind of absurdly surreal dream was he having?

"Don't worry,"she continued, "I'll bring your sister home."

The boy pulled away from her embrace. "I don't have a sister." He contoured.

The woman's eyes glistened. "Foolish boy."She cooed, before lacing her fingers around his throat. "Never lie to me again."

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I'll post the next chapter before Friday. Spoiler: Santana doesn't like the new vegan regime. And spells. Lots of spells.