Wicked Casters
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Chapter 4: Men . . . and spells.
Ginger's POV
After lunch, I went to my next class, which was Biology, in Mr. Molina's class. Mike and Angela had the same class as me, so we walked together. Mike seemed a bit nervous, almost like a crushing schoolboy. Usually, most guys who weren't hardcore would stay away from girls with color-dyed hair and a skull on her back. Yet the boys, such as Mike, Eric, and the one who pulled the prank, Tyler, seemed interested in Eleanor and I. Either it's because we are new. They are friendly, or they have a thing for the bad girl.
When we entered the science room, Mike went for the introduction, "Mr. Molina."
"Hey, Mike." The teacher greeted him, until seeing me. "Oh, yes. Miss Ives. Hi. Can I have the pass?"
I gave him the slip, crossing the fan. A shudder went down my spine as I corrected my hair while Mr. Molina signed the slip. "Thank you. Welcome to the class." He said, handing me the textbook. "Here. Here's your stuff, okay? And I got a seat for you right here, so come over. The last one. Just follow along till you catch up."
The only available seat in the classroom was next to Edward Cullen. He appeared tense, with a hand over his mouth as if he was about to hurl. Yet his perspective in his black eyes seemed a bit hostile, practically furious . . . maybe his expensive shoes got damaged from the soda. If he's OCD, then we have a serious problem.
He didn't look at me as I sat and set my book down. The moment the material met contact on the counter, his posture changed. He was leaning away from me. What is his problem? It's not like I have a transmitted disease. I sighed, opening my notebook as Mr. Molina started class.
"All right, guys, today we are gonna be observing the behavior of planaria, aka flatworms." As the teacher handed two samples per table.
Edward hesitantly slides one of the samples to me. His other hand is still covering his mouth. This concerns me, for I thought he was actually going to puke. So I asked quietly, "You okay?"
He managed to nod, though, by my Sybil ability, it was a lie. Black empty eyes staring at me in frustration, anger, and what can be seen as hunger. Taking a sigh, I scooted away, just in case he puked, and focused on Mr. Molina's lecture on the zombie worm. I took notes very carefully, always looking at the teacher when he wrote something on the whiteboard.
During the whole class, Edward never relaxed or asked to be excused. When it came to the group work on dissecting the flatworm, he simply ignored me. Not even putting his perspective on observation. This irritated me, for I take learning seriously for a better life. And here, this guy is not a good partner.
After what felt like hours, the school bell rang. Before the hammer hit the bell in a few seconds, Edward stormed off immediately. When he walked through the door, the bell rang. Jesus Christ, what the hell is his problem? I asked for the umpteenth time. I gathered my things as Mike came over to me.
"Did you stab Edward Cullen with a pencil or what?" Mike asked. "I've never seen him act like that."
"I wish," I muttered, slinging on my backpack. Apparently, that isn't Cullen's usual behavior.
"He's a weird guy," Mike lingered.
"Weird indeed," I agreed.
Mike laughed, shaking his head as we left the classroom.
The following two classes went by in a flash, since anger stirred within me. I was tempted to cast a hex spell on Edward for being such a jerk. But when I caught up in my English class with Eleanor, I decided not to. It seems we both are having a mixed emotion kind of day. We made a new acquaintance who might become friends in the given week or so, fair classes, and irritation.
Once we got our things, we headed back to the secretary's office to turn in our slips. And load and behold, Edward Cullen was there talking with Mrs. Cope. His tone sounds a bit desperate, almost pleading. As he leaned forward almost in the woman's face.
"There must be something open." He demanded. "Physics? Biochem?"
What the F? I thought. Is he seriously switching classes because of me? Now I'm pissed as I glared at him wanting to set the jerk on fire.
"Every class is full," Mrs. Cope said and looked at us. "Just a minute, girls."
Edward glanced over his shoulder to see Eleanor and I as he stared at us. He stared at Eleanor, his eyes narrowed, slightly confused and looked at me. There was much annoyance, as if we have done something to him.
"I'm afraid you'll have to stay in biology," Mrs. Copes said calmly to get Edward's attention.
"Fine." He forced himself out. "Just . . . I'll just have to endure it."
He marched out between Eleanor and me, almost banging our shoulders. A violent shudder went through Eleanor as he did that. As Edward opened then slammed the door open, leaving…yet he tripped over his feet once the door shut. Edward manages to catch himself baffled, as if he had never tripped before. He turned to us, glaring before walking away. Okay . . . that wasn't me. I looked at Eleanor, who seemed a bit pleased. Alright, the girl doesn't follow the rules!
Anyway, Eleanor and I returned the slips before getting in the car and driving home. I sat in the passenger seat, furious as I messed with the radio to find a good station.
"What a prick," I muttered. "Seriously, what bit him in the ass?"
"I don't know," Eleanor replied. "Though there's something about him and his siblings I don't like."
"Whatcha mean?" I asked.
"I can't say. The atmosphere around them seems dark." She answered. "I can handle one in a classroom, but put them together, and it's like Antarctica."
"Huh, maybe their cold-hearted bitches like Jessica said," I suggested.
"Maybe," she said, except her thoughts were elsewhere.
We returned to the cabin and set our school work on the dining room table. Eleanor went to get us a snack while I headed upstairs, grabbing my iPod and bringing it downstairs. It would be easier and quicker to do our homework early so that when Zelena comes home, she can teach us right away. Sadly, when it came to sciences, we were on the opposite spectrum. As I took biology, Eleanor has Chemistry.
After two hours of doing homework and listening to music, we finished everything. So we spent time in Eleanor's room as she showed me some of the witching cultures.
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Eleanor's POV
I sat on the bed, going through my playlist to show Ginger some of the music most adolescent casters would listen to. She wasn't surprised when Evanescence, Breaking Benjamin, and Within Temptation were on the iPod. She freaked when Blue Foundations, Muse, Paramore, and The Black Ghosts came up.
"Seriously, you listen to these bands?" she asked.
"Yeah, you thought it was all classical music and Wiccan chants?" I countered. "I even have some Stevie Nicks."
"Stevie Nicks," She said, not amused.
"Actually, she is a caster. She has the ability to siren and telekinesis." I clarified as I put one of her songs called Crystals. A siren is an ability that can go into two parts. One is the seduction that brought the legend of the sirens, and the other is the transcendence of entering one soul. And listening closely, you can feel the spiritual connection. "Just listen and feel how the magic enters your soul."
She nodded, then went to my closet, pulling out a black tailcoat style jacket with a white pinstripe pattern, puffed shoulders, bell sleeves with flared cuffs, and a bow accent on the back. She puts it on without asking as she strikes a pose. Afterward she took it off and laughed at the following article of clothing. She pulled out a vintage style dress with black floral lace overlay, black braid with ruffled lace trim scoop neckline, corset lacing, handkerchief-hem skirt, and puffed lace sleeves with ruffled edges.
"Be careful with that one," I told her.
"Why?" she asked.
"It holds sentimental value," I answered.
"Really," she laughed, pressing it against her form.
"I'm serious. That was the last dress my grandfather gave me before he passed." I explained.
My grandfather Horatio enjoyed spoiling his grandchildren, relating to the Victorian and vintage theme. Since growing up under his household, he kept to Caster tradition to dress in a particular style. So when I get home from school, I change into dresses like the one Ginger is holding. It's hard to find stores with styles other than Hot topic. So my grandfather would hire a seamstress to make me these special dresses for holidays, gatherings, and other caster occasions.
Ginger nodded as she put the dress away, apologizing. She then pulled out a hat causing both of us to laugh. It was a black felt floppy hat.
"I envy you," Ginger said.
"You can borrow my clothes, just not the dresses," I offered.
"I don't know if I can fit into your clothing." She said. "You're taller than me."
True, I was five foot seven while Ginger is five foot two. Although what I gain in height, she gains in curves. I was practically flat-chested while she had a bust line. Anyway, we simply talk as I continue to expose her to Caster culture. As we speak, I took out some baoding balls using my telekinesis. The slight rolling jingle played when the balls moved around in circles.
"Girls!" Zelena called out from downstairs, returning from her work at Port Angeles. She owns a bath and body store filled with hygiene and soothing products. Little did the customers know that they were applying potions to make them feel good.
"Coming," Ginger called back, then looked at me. "Better get ready for training."
I nodded, putting the baoding balls back in the case. We came down to find the dining room set up for tonight's training. As the table had decorative candlesticks. Zelena came out from the kitchen with a cage filled with two dead doves. Ginger shuddered at the poor creatures. By the looks of it, with the red spot on the chest. The doves were stabbed in the heart by a needle.
"Today, we are going to try the six of the Seven Wonders to know the basics. You girls are at the age of a young maiden by ancestors' terms. So let's see where we are at first telekinesis, next pyrokinesis, then Concilium, and later Vitalum Vitalis." Zelena said.
"Vitalum Vitalis?" Ginger asked.
"Transferring one's life force to another," I answered. "But that is only four?"
"Well, it is a school night," Zelena said.
"Oh," I said as Ginger, and I took our place at the end of the table.
"Now, I want you to focus on bringing the candlesticks to you," Zelena said, standing on the other side of the table. "Eleanor, this is your bailiwick. Show Ginger how it is done."
I nodded as I stared at the candlesticks imagining the silver object moving toward me. With an inhale, my magic grasped the candlestick and exhaled it to slide across the table and into my hand. "Simply imagine it and breathe. Like fishing, inhale is the catch, and exhale is the pull."
Ginger nodded as she got in a comfortable position. As she placed her hand on the table and attempted telekinesis. There was a lot of determination in her stare. So much more focus than I have ever seen. After twenty minutes, the candlestick remained in the same post.
"Dammit," Ginger grumbled.
"It's alright. Not all hold the same ability." Zelena assured. With a wave of her hand, the candlestick slides elegantly towards Ginger. "Next should be easy for you girls. Pyrokinesis."
Ginger smiled as she leaned forward and breathed on the candlewick. Instantly the wick caught ablaze with many flames like the wax string was coated in lighter fluid. Ginger sucked in the exhaled slowly, causing the flame to subdue to normal light.
"Still need to work on control," Zelena noted. "Eleanor."
I nodded as I leaned forward some and blew on the wick softly as if I was telling a whisper. A spark snapped, and slowly the flame came to life, growing tall by five inches and then settling down to a standard inch. Zelena nodded in approval. She took a notebook and wrote these down.
"Concilium, also known as 'Mind Control.' This is a difficult craft to master when properly exercised. It can bend the strongest of wills to your desire. Let's see which of you girls possess that ability."
"How do we do it?" Ginger asked.
"I don't know," I answered.
"Like this," Zelena said.
She stared at us with a wicked look. I felt a warm present wrapped around me like a snake coiled along my limbs with a mask over my face. The next thing I knew, I stepped toward Ginger and kissed her. Our eyes widened from the shock before she pushed away. On the other hand, I gasped in horror, covering my lips. That wasn't my first, but I'm heterosexual, not homosexual. Also, the stunt is a violation of one's personal space. Meanwhile, Zelena was laughing up a storm wiping tears away.
"Sorry, I couldn't resist an opportunity." She apologized.
Guess we know our mentor has a sick sense of humor. I thought bitterly.
Anyway, we each stood on either side of the wall staring at each other. Ginger was first to go as she stared at me with determination. We stood there for five minutes as if nothing had happened. My grandfather said motivation comes from provoking a person.
"Stare all you want, creole girl," I said. "Nobody controls my mind but me."
Ginger's eyes narrow, "Ma chère, this is only the beginning."
After ten minutes nothing happened. Ginger stopped trying and sighed proudly, saying she didn't possess the force. "And I really wanted to be a Jedi."
I chuckled as I stared deeply into Ginger's eyes, forcing my magic onto her. I could feel the push as invisible tentacles wrapped around her limbs, swirling until veiling over her face. For a moment, I thought I had the ability as I imagined Ginger to do the hula. However, it never happened. The invisible veil pushed hard against her face to enter her mind, but something blocked it. I pushed harder until suddenly, like a spring, my power slammed back, smacking me in the face.
I gasped, covering my nose and bending over some. Pain consumed my face from being smacked by an unknown anomaly. Like anybody who feels immense pain, my face turned red, my eyes watery, and I felt the pain worsen. Zelena walked over to check the damage while Ginger stood there shocked.
"Is she alright?" Ginger asked, concerned.
Zelena looked at my face, then cast a soothing spell to ease the swelling, "She'll live. I guess Concilium is not your ability either."
But I had it, I thought. I almost had a grasp on Ginger's mind. But it's like there is a shield blocking it. Maybe I'm overthinking it? No one's mind is protected unless one is strong-minded or has a charm.
Next, it was time for Vitalum Vitalis. The dead doves were placed on the table on top of silver platters. Couldn't tell if this was morbid or not. Although Ginger's reactions seemed so. I, on the other hand, found it normal since growing up with Casters.
"Vitalum Vitalis," Zelena explained. "Chant the spell and exhale into the dove's beak. This is a rare spell that I want you girls to take seriously. You will be transferring a part of your life force to revive the birds. If you succeed, know to never use it unless for dire need. Otherwise, the constant amount of the spell used can shorten your lifespan."
"How so?" Ginger asked.
"A Caster's normal lifespan is three hundred years," She explained. "But as the years go on and the wars, we use this spell to aid our nationality, family, friends, and the most common thing, love. Now, Vitalium Vitalis."
Ginger and I nodded in understanding as we took our doves and examined them. I stared at the poor innocent creature. Pure and white as snow, if only the puncture wound hasn't left the white feathers pristine. I whispered the spell almost indistinctly before breathing into the dove's beak. It was like a soft hollow surge plunging from my lungs and into the dove. Afterward, I pulled back to see if it worked.
The dove lay on its back lifeless. After a minute, the bird blinked, confused as I adjusted itself to stand. Quickly before the bird started flying, I grasped the creature and petted it softly to calm its nerves. On the other hand, Ginger continues to practice, yet the dove on the platter remains dead. She sighed as she looked at Zelena.
"It's all right. Not everyone has this ability." She assured. "It is rare."
"How do you know," Ginger challenged. "Everyone proudly says you have everything!"
Zelena gave a sad smile as she walked over to the dove and whispered the incantation like a kiss. A minute goes by, except the bird remains dead. Ginger looked at Zelena feeling guilty for what she said a moment ago.
"Resurrection is not my capability." She explained, taking the living dove and putting it in the cage. "For I'm not as powerful as those in the Council, let alone Fiona Goode."
Ginger nodded as she lit another candle using her hand. On the other hand, I walked over to the second dove and chanted the spell, reviving the bird. The dove was instantly brought back to life.
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