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"How are you going to find out how Thierry and I switched bodies?" I ask Mother Cybele.
"Well, I'll just look up some books and see if there has been any other incidents like this before." The middle-aged dumpling shaped woman replies.
"What if this is the first time that this has happened? Then what are we going to do?" I ask a little panicked.
"Then we have a problem." Aradia says from her chair next to mine.
"Great." I mutter under my breath.
"Now, Thierry?" Mother Cybele starts.
"Yes?" Thierry replies.
"Well you call Blaise Harman up here for a minute, please?" She finishes.
"Sure. Won't be a minute." He replies.
Thierry is about to press the button in the intercom on his desk, but pauses, his finger hovering over the button.
"Uh…Nila?" he turns to me.
"Yeah?" I mumble, trying and failing to stop a yawn escaping.
"Will you ask for Blaise? I think whomever is on the other end of the intercom will listen to you rather than me." Thierry says thoughtfully.
"Okay." I mutter.
I get up off my chair and walk over to the intercom and push the button that Thierry is indicating.
"Yes Sir?" the voice on the other end asks.
"Who's that?" I whisper to Thierry.
"That's Crysta." He whispers back.
"Um Crysta?" I ask, speaking into the intercom again.
"Yes Sir?" She asks again.
"Would you please find Blaise Harman and send her to my office ASAP?" I ask.
"Right away Sir." Crysta replies.
"Thank You Crysta." I reply.
I let go of the button and go back to my chair.
Fifteen minutes there is a knock on the door.
"Nila?" Thierry asks, looking at me.
"Come in." I murmur.
Blaise comes walking in through the door, hips swaying. And eloquently seats herself on one of the free chairs. She looks around the room and then gasps.
"Mother Cybele? Aradia?" Blaise looks from one to the other. "I haven't been working any forbidden spells since that Samhain night four years ago. I'm really trying my hardest to bewitch human boys. Please don't send me back to the Convent."
"Don't worry Blaise." Aradia says in a soothing voice. "We just wanted you to open the Harman store so that we can retrieve your Grandmother's books."
"Why?" Blaise asks confused.
"To try and see if any other witches have cast a spell to make them switch bodies with another." Mother Cybele explains.
"Or, to see if a witch has cast a spell for two other people to switch bodies, not just the witch themselves." I put in.
"Sure. I'll open up the store." Blaise agrees. "Oh. There's just one problem."
"What's that?" Mother Cybele, Aradia, Hannah, Thierry and I ask in unison.
"How am I going to cart all those books here?" She asks.
"I'll send some of the gang to help, and put them in a van." Thierry suggests.
"Okay." Blaise says. "Am I free to go?"
"Yes.' Thierry says.
Blaise gets up off the chair, turns around, and heads for the door. She pauses with her hand grasping the door handle, and then turns around.
"Who will be helping me with the books?" She asks.
"Uh…take…Ash, Rashel, Quinn, Thea, Eric, Poppy, James…and whomever else you wish." Thierry says thoughtfully, looking into middle distance as he suggests whom Blaise should take to help her.
"Okay." Blaise says. "We might be about an hour and a half, give or take."
"That long?' I ask.
"Well, it's a lot of books." Blaise says.
"Fair enough." I mumble.
Blaise turns the door handle and walks through the door, high heels clicking as she walks down the marble hall.
"So…what are we going to do in the mean time?" I ask.
"Well…Thierry?" Mother Cybele starts.
"Hmm-hmm?" he replies.
"Do you have any books of witch history?" She finishes.
"Quite a few." He replies. "Why?"
"We could start searching through the books you have. Maybe there might be something in one or more of them?" The middle-aged plump woman suggests.
"Maybe." Thierry agrees.
"Well then. We'd better go and look for them." Hannah pipes up.
"Yes. They're in my private library on the fourth floor." He explains.
"Then, let's go." I say getting out of my chair. "Hmpf. Research. Goody." I add sarcastically.
All four of us walk out of Thierry's office and up two flights of stairs. We stop outside a pair of ivory coloured doors with real golden handles.
"You spare no expense when you done this place up did you?' I ask my cousin-in-law.
"Nope." Thierry replies.
"Figures." I mutter.
We go inside Thierry's private library and start searching through the thousands of books he has.
"If your private library is like this." I say to Thierry. "Then I'd hate to see what your main library is like."
Thierry just laughs and shakes his head before answering. "You have no idea."
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A/N: Well, I think I'm coming to the end of the story. I think a few more parts and then it'll be finished. Anywho, please review my…story. I'll be eternally grateful if you did. Let me know what you think of it so far. Is it: pathetic? Stupid? All right? Okay? Brilliant? Etc. etc.