Chapter 6: Mommy Dearest
"Good, you guys are home," Millie said a little while later. They had just arrived in the door. "Are you ready to finish this?"
"We just got home from school," David whined. "We're exhausted. We've used too much brain power."
"I'm sure," she said, putting her arms on her hips. "Coming from the same David whose best grade is usually a C."
"And the same one that skipped school every week," Jordan added.
"Thanks for the support, sis," he said, scowling at her.
"Anytime," she said, giving him a little smile.
"Can we stay focused?" Sabrina asked.
"How do we know when he's coming?" Annie asked.
"With this," Millie said, holding up a summoning spell.
"I thought spells don't work on him?" Jordan asked.
"This isn't a spell that will directly affect him. It will give him the message to come. He'll surely answer that message and come to us."
"Won't he know it's a trap?" Charles asked.
"No," Sabrina said. "Evil guys are full of themselves, especially him. He thinks he's indestructible. He won't think we have a way to stop him."
"I'll say the spell," Millie said.
Possessor of the medieval power,
Force of evil's special fighter,
Send this message I ask of the,
To bring forth the Dragon Rider
"I think he's on his way," Millie said. "Get positioned." They all spread out throughout the living room. They heard a screech in the distance.
"He's fast," Annie said.
"Dragon's are fast," Sabrina said. The front door burst open and the dragon and Draco had arrived.
"You called?" he asked. Millie and Sabrina simultaneously used their powers on him. He flew backwards and his sword dropped to the ground.
"Now!" Millie yelled. Charles focused on the sword and tried to move it. Nothing happened. "Charles!"
"You were expecting something to happen?" Draco asked mockingly. He raised his sword and prepared to strike the nearest person, which happened to be Jordan. She let out a shriek, but Sabrina guarded her with a force field. Draco suddenly stopped moving.
"We'll have to finish this some other time," he said. "Rosemary!" The dragon shrieked and allowed Draco to climb onto her back. The dragon flew through a different hole than the one it had already made.
"What happened?" Millie asked Charles.
"I couldn't do it," he said. "No matter how hard tried."
"I thought you'd been practicing for it?"
"And when do I have time? How can I be a student and a dumb witch. I'm so sick of you forcing me to be something I don't want to be!" He stormed out of the house and drove away.
"Great," Sabrina said. "I'll go get his ass back here."
"No," Millie said. "He needs time. Annie, please try to talk to him though. He seems to have made a good connection with you." She nodded her head and left the house. She borrowed Jordan's car to find him.
"What do we do in the mean time?" Jordan asked.
"Do whatever you want," Millie said. "Have some free time. I never realized how much I worked you guys." She walked away without saying another word.
"Okay then," David said, going out to the barn. Jordan and Sabrina followed him. "Uh…hi, Sabrina." He sounded a little suspicious.
"Hello, David," she said. "Hiding something out here?"
"Um…no," he said. She looked around the barn and noticed a mini-refrigerator.
"So, how long have you been drinking?"
"What makes you think we drink?" David asked. Sabrina just gave him a hard look.
"A few years," Jordan admitted.
"Aren't you two a little young for it?"
"You are too," David said. "You're only a year older than us."
"I don't drink," Sabrina said.
"It's not like we drink every day," Jordan said. "It's only a casual thing. We don't usually get drunk, and we only have a random party here and then."
"You're not going to tell on us, are you?" David asked.
"No," Sabrina said. "I'm not gonna be a nark. All I'm gonna do is advise that you not do it. Especially now that you have powers. If you ever do get drunk, think of the consequences that could happen. You could expose your secret."
"We wouldn't do that," Jordan said.
"Yeah, but when you're drunk, you don't know what you're doing."
"Charles, please!" they heard someone yell outside. Charles and Annie both stormed in to the barn a moment later.
"Oh, you're in here," he said, sitting down. He looked rather angry.
"Charles," Annie said, calming down some. "We have to do this. It's who we are. We may not want it, but we can't fight it either."
"Charles, she's right," Sabrina said, sitting down next to him. "I didn't want to be a witch at first either, and I'm sure our mothers didn't either. But over time, I learned to accept it, and use my gifts to help people."
"I don't want to help people," Charles said. "I want to be normal." The things in the barn started to shake some. "I'm sick and tired of using my time, to vanquish evil." Things started shaking more rapidly. "I want to be normal!" Random things started to fly around to opposite ends, forcing the barn's occupants to dodge them.
"Well, you've learned how to trigger your power," Sabrina said. "Now, you have to learn to use it to your advantage."
"Millie, what's wrong?" Robert asked, walking into the kitchen. Millie was at the stove, cooking something.
"What do you mean?" she asked, trying to sound cheery.
"Millie, I can tell there's something wrong."
"Really, Robert, I don't know what you're talking about."
"Does it have something to do with what Charles said?"
"What, what'd he say?"
"About you forcing him to be something he doesn't want to be."
"What about it?"
"I'm thinking that you said that same thing once."
"I really, do not know what you're talking about, Robert. Now, if you'll excuse me."
"No, I won't," he said. "I'm your whitelighter, just as I am Charles, Jordan, David, Annie, and Sabrina's. I'm here to be, not only your guide, but someone that you can talk to. Someone that you can tell things to."
"Maybe there's nothing I want to tell."
"Maybe, but something tells me that there is." He paused and looked at her face. "Did your mom force you into witchcraft."
"What's my mother have to do with any of this?"
"Did she?"
"Yes, yes she did, so?"
"So you can tell how Charles, and possibly Annie, feel about this?"
"I never wanted to be a witch," she said, sitting down at the table. "I never wanted to fight demons, or make potions. I never had a teenage life. It revolved around vanquishing demons. I would miss school so that I could hunt them down. And now, I'm doing that to my own children, and Charles and Annie."
"They all need to follow their duties as witches, but they don't need it forced upon them. I think you guys need to work it out." They were then interrupted by the sound of a screech coming from off in the distance.
"Oh no," Millie said, standing up. "I hope we're ready this time."