Seven – Kinda Ruining the Moment

Willow closed her eyes, placed both hands on top of the nearest open pages and concentrated.

Her fingers tingled as they sank into the paper and the forbidden text crawled over her arms.

She could sense it creeping up the flesh of her neck.

Caressing her cheeks.

Bleeding into her hair.

Suddenly everything screeched to a halt as a marker pen started doodling on her skin.

Willow cracked open a shiny ebony eye.

"Um…Sweetie? You're kinda ruining the big black magick-y moment here."

"Moose in a bathtub!" giggled Tara and kept on trying to join the dots on Willow's face.