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When Morgan pulled up to my hotel, I was already waiting outside. I got into the car quickly, thanking the Goddess because she had heat in her huge tub of a car.
"Morning, Genevieve," she said to me.
"Morning."
"So, how are you enjoying Widow's Vale so far?" she asked me to sort of break the ice.
"Oh, it's been lovely so far," I replied, thinking of Hunter. I quickly focused and added, "It's so much less hectic than the city. It's great."
"Are you from New York City?"
"Uh-huh," I replied, looking out the window.
"Now, I know you're a blood witch, I sensed that when we first met, so then are you in a coven?"
"Yeah. It's just a very--small--group of--witches--that's all," I lied, smiling at her.
"Oh. So do you hear a lot about Amyranth than?" she asked.
"No!" I practically screamed at her, trying to make sure she didn't suspect anything of me. "They don't really see our little coven as a threat or anything so they basically just leave us alone," I added with a chuckle.
"That's good. Oh look," she pointed out the window to a little shop on the corner of the street. "Here we are."
We got out of the car and walked into the shop. It was very cutely decorated. Plants hung from the ceiling all around and the draperies were made of lace. We ordered our drinks and sat down at a table. We just stared at each other for a second and then she said, "Tell me about yourself."
"Ok. Well, I grew up in New York with my mother and father and my little brother, Jareth. My life was basically normal. My parents were in the same coven, so when I was initiated it was automatically assumed that I would be part of that same coven, despite how I didn't want to be. They made me. I guess they saw it as a "Family" type thing, you know, like sort of an heirloom. But now I don't mind as much. But anyways, my father passed on when I was fourteen. He was always sick, we just never thought too much of it. But then one day, he was gone." Tears came to my eyes as I spoke. "So now I still live in New York with my mother. And that's about it." I looked at her and smiled.
"What is your coven called? Maybe I've heard of it."
"Oh--um--" I looked around me and my eyes were drawn to the menu that was hanging over the cash register, but I got no help from it. Come on, think Genevieve, I said to myself. "Um--Raven--" I looked down at my shoe. "Foot. Raven Foot. That's what it's called. The name always slips my mind."
"Can't say I've ever heard of that one," she said with a laugh.
"Yes well, it's very exclusive." I nodded and took a sip of my tea. "So," I said to change the subject, "You and Hunter? Are you two like, serious?"
"Well, we're as serious as we can get for being teenagers," she said.
"Oh. That's nice," I lied and faked a smile. "Is he going to be meeting us here or anything?" I asked, hoping with ever fiber in my body that he would be.
"No, I don't think so. I haven't talked to him."
A feeling of disappointment flashed through me, and I could tell she could sense it because she gave me a confused look. I automatically focused and shut myself down so that she couldn't read my thoughts or anything like that. "Anyways, what about your coven? What's it called?" I asked her.
"It's called Kithic. Hunter and I are the only blood witches in it. There is this one girl, Alisa, who is half-witch though. It's really cool to make magick with people that are so close to me, you know?"
"Mmm-hmm," I replied. "I miss my circles. I'm not going to be at one until I return to New York."
"Oh, well would you want to come to one of Kithic's? I'm sure we'd be happy to have you. Maybe you can lead it with Hunter since you're initiated. Our next one is on Saturday," she explained.
"Sure, I'd love it! Where do you hold them?"
"This week it's at Hunter's house. It's at a different place every week."
"Oh, ok," I said. I'm going to be at Hunter's house! I thought to myself and I couldn't help by smile.
"Don't worry about rides or anything. I can pick you up. It'll be fun!" Morgan said.
"Ok," I said.
After that, we left the tea shop and she drove me home. The ride was mostly quiet. I was thinking about Saturday and getting more and more excited with every second that passed by. We pulled up in front of the hotel and said our good-byes. I walked up to my room with a huge grin on my face, plopped myself on my bed, and laughed to relieve the excitement that had built up inside me. I closed my eyes and in the darkness, Hunter's face was staring back at me, and I asked myself, why can't I stay like this forever?
When Morgan pulled up to my hotel, I was already waiting outside. I got into the car quickly, thanking the Goddess because she had heat in her huge tub of a car.
"Morning, Genevieve," she said to me.
"Morning."
"So, how are you enjoying Widow's Vale so far?" she asked me to sort of break the ice.
"Oh, it's been lovely so far," I replied, thinking of Hunter. I quickly focused and added, "It's so much less hectic than the city. It's great."
"Are you from New York City?"
"Uh-huh," I replied, looking out the window.
"Now, I know you're a blood witch, I sensed that when we first met, so then are you in a coven?"
"Yeah. It's just a very--small--group of--witches--that's all," I lied, smiling at her.
"Oh. So do you hear a lot about Amyranth than?" she asked.
"No!" I practically screamed at her, trying to make sure she didn't suspect anything of me. "They don't really see our little coven as a threat or anything so they basically just leave us alone," I added with a chuckle.
"That's good. Oh look," she pointed out the window to a little shop on the corner of the street. "Here we are."
We got out of the car and walked into the shop. It was very cutely decorated. Plants hung from the ceiling all around and the draperies were made of lace. We ordered our drinks and sat down at a table. We just stared at each other for a second and then she said, "Tell me about yourself."
"Ok. Well, I grew up in New York with my mother and father and my little brother, Jareth. My life was basically normal. My parents were in the same coven, so when I was initiated it was automatically assumed that I would be part of that same coven, despite how I didn't want to be. They made me. I guess they saw it as a "Family" type thing, you know, like sort of an heirloom. But now I don't mind as much. But anyways, my father passed on when I was fourteen. He was always sick, we just never thought too much of it. But then one day, he was gone." Tears came to my eyes as I spoke. "So now I still live in New York with my mother. And that's about it." I looked at her and smiled.
"What is your coven called? Maybe I've heard of it."
"Oh--um--" I looked around me and my eyes were drawn to the menu that was hanging over the cash register, but I got no help from it. Come on, think Genevieve, I said to myself. "Um--Raven--" I looked down at my shoe. "Foot. Raven Foot. That's what it's called. The name always slips my mind."
"Can't say I've ever heard of that one," she said with a laugh.
"Yes well, it's very exclusive." I nodded and took a sip of my tea. "So," I said to change the subject, "You and Hunter? Are you two like, serious?"
"Well, we're as serious as we can get for being teenagers," she said.
"Oh. That's nice," I lied and faked a smile. "Is he going to be meeting us here or anything?" I asked, hoping with ever fiber in my body that he would be.
"No, I don't think so. I haven't talked to him."
A feeling of disappointment flashed through me, and I could tell she could sense it because she gave me a confused look. I automatically focused and shut myself down so that she couldn't read my thoughts or anything like that. "Anyways, what about your coven? What's it called?" I asked her.
"It's called Kithic. Hunter and I are the only blood witches in it. There is this one girl, Alisa, who is half-witch though. It's really cool to make magick with people that are so close to me, you know?"
"Mmm-hmm," I replied. "I miss my circles. I'm not going to be at one until I return to New York."
"Oh, well would you want to come to one of Kithic's? I'm sure we'd be happy to have you. Maybe you can lead it with Hunter since you're initiated. Our next one is on Saturday," she explained.
"Sure, I'd love it! Where do you hold them?"
"This week it's at Hunter's house. It's at a different place every week."
"Oh, ok," I said. I'm going to be at Hunter's house! I thought to myself and I couldn't help by smile.
"Don't worry about rides or anything. I can pick you up. It'll be fun!" Morgan said.
"Ok," I said.
After that, we left the tea shop and she drove me home. The ride was mostly quiet. I was thinking about Saturday and getting more and more excited with every second that passed by. We pulled up in front of the hotel and said our good-byes. I walked up to my room with a huge grin on my face, plopped myself on my bed, and laughed to relieve the excitement that had built up inside me. I closed my eyes and in the darkness, Hunter's face was staring back at me, and I asked myself, why can't I stay like this forever?