Wicked Casters

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Chapter 5: Family can be complicated

Eleanor's POV

I was preparing for another day of school when all of a sudden, my cell phone rang. Strange, no one would call me at this time of day. Curiously I picked the phone up, saw an unknown number then answered.

"Eleanor Rivers," I greeted.

"Hello, my shining light," my mother greeted in return.

"Hey, mom," I said with a smile.

My mother, Constance Rivers. The last time I talked with her was a few days ago letting the family know I arrived at Madame Zelena's cabin. My parents were pleased that the Guardians did their job, followed by telling me they love me dearly and to contact them whenever. We have been very close. Even with the separation, Constance always makes sure to contact me no matter the situation, even if it is simply a hello. Now that we live on different sides of the continent, things will be difficult. Let alone limited visits. I probably won't see her or my father and siblings until the summer.

"How is everything in Forks?" She asked.

"Things are going well, much better actually in the school department," I answered.

"That is good to hear," she said. "How are things with your new mentor and Coven Sister?"

"Madame Zelena is great, she isn't overbearing, and my new coven sister, Ginger, has a strong personality. I discovered I can do Vitalum Vitalis." I said.

"Really?" she replied, surprised.

"Absolutely," I confirmed.

"Just be careful when using that ability. Grandfather Horatio used a lot of that ability causing him to die so young." Constance warned.

"I promise," I assured.

Grandfather Horatio died at the age of 218. He served in many wars from the Civil War on the Union side, if not both World War One and Two. As he used the Vitalum Vitalis to revive his comrades and civilians. Let alone resurrecting famous war heroes such as Patton. I believe he was there when Patton slapped the soldier in the face incident.

"Good," she said.

"Please insert $1.25 for an additional three minutes." A female voice announced out of the blue.

"Mom, where's your cell?" I asked, chuckling slightly.

She sighed, "Don't laugh, but your brother, Philip, electrocuted my phone and revived the charger, making it run away."

I laughed at this, "Seriously?"

"Yes, minus the charger part." She answered. "I literally can't have technology for nice things. I'm using a payphone since all but your father's had the battery or actual device exploded."

"So, Philip is showing signs of electrokinesis?" I asked.

My brother Philip, the middle child of the family, recently turned twelve. It's normal for children to show their magical ability before the Test of Magic. I could easily blow on a candle, lighting the wicks from the age of ten. It was a funny prank to continuously light the candle while my parents tried to blow them out. Also, my seven-year-old baby sister Winifred seemed more intelligent than an average kid. She wants to read instead of playing with Barbies. If she wanted to play with dolls, the toy would be voodoo. Just have to make sure there is no enchantment on a doll for the sake of another person.

"Yes, this makes things difficult for our hair and furniture. You should have seen Winifred. Her hair stood up like the bride of Frankenstein. Took two days to settle down and a haircut to cut off the burnt ends." Mom answered.

"When is he taking his test?" I asked.

"After school is over, your father has been busy maintaining his powers, although we might have to home school him." She informed. "When he takes the test, your father might become his mentor."

"Might be easy for him," I said, then asked. "Is Winifred showing signs?"

"No, although she does have a remarkable memory," Mom answered. "I see potion craft is in her future."

"I miss you guys," I sighed.

"Oh, my shining light, I miss you, too," Constance murmured. "But tell me more about your school. Now, what are the students like? Are there any handsome gents? Are they being nice to you? You can always jinx them if they aren't."

I sighed softly, "Well, they are very welcoming and go by familiar terms."

"I sense something happened," she said. "What happen?"

"One guy surprised me with a kiss on the cheek," I explained. "But don't worry, it wasn't serious, just a minor prank on his friend."

"Oh, all right." Mom chuckled then got serious. "Remember, if things get too uncomfortable, tell them what you feel."

"I know," I breathed. "Tell the rascals I love them."

"I will. Love you." She said.

"Love you, too," I said before hanging up.

I sighed once more before grabbing my bag and heading downstairs for the second day of school. Sometimes I wish I could tell my mother all the details in training, yet I couldn't. My family is a proud mixed culture family. Words go out if a child accomplishes some of the Seven Wonders' complex parts. And the last thing I need is the North American Supreme knocking on the door to find her successor. Also, rumors of Fiona Goode experiencing some complications.

My ethnic group of casters takes the Seven Wonders seriously. It is the next step to the final task of being declared Supreme. Or at least on my father's side. My mother's side comes from a different branch of casters who can manipulate other abilities. There is no such thing as a Supreme from his ethnicity, let alone a powerful individual unless you are a Natural or Catalyst. As Fiona Goode masters the Seven Wonders in the American faction, followed by her other abilities to regenerate life-force transfusion. A simple kiss and all your life force can be drained, turning you older while she becomes physically younger.

Just the thought of that made me shudder.

Ginger came down with a determined face.

"Planning to kill someone?" I asked, wondering if Edward Cullen would be the next victim.

"No," She said. "I'm determined to confront him to see what his problem is."

I nodded as we got our pop tarts and headed out into the wagoneer. We listened to Three Days Grace on the radio until we reached the school and parked in the student parking lot. It was still early, so we simply waited at the car's hood. As Ginger waited, I talked to Tyler and our friends next to his van.

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Ginger's POV

I planned to confront Edward and demand to know what his problem was. Leaning against the Wagoneer hood listening to the music on my iPod, waiting.

Edward's brothers Emmett and Jasper arrived in the ample jeep parking next to the red BMW where the girls Alice and Rosalie waited. They got out of their cars, hugging each other before heading inside. Yet, at the stairs, they stop to turn and face me. Rosalie held a loathing stare in her gaze while the others seemed cautious. Although Alice appeared to be excited as if she knew something, none of the others knew.

Suddenly something struck me in the head, tangling into my hair. I jumped, startled, until I pulled out the assault item to be a twizzler. Turning my head to find Tyler holding a pack while the others laughed. Eleanor seemed amused by my lack of focus. I chuckled, applauding Tyler's trick before heading inside.

All morning I kept my guard up to find Edward Cullen. Sadly, he did not show up today. He wasn't in the halls, let alone in the cafeteria. I attempted to keep watch for Edward while listening to Jessica and Angela talk about the latest gossip. Eric tried to chat with Eleanor about next month's newspaper feature. Asking selective questions about her favorite music, food, places she had been, and etc.

When Eric asked me questions, I tried to keep them simple. However, words got me sidetracked that I let out I was actually a foster kid. Many of the kids at our table stopped to look at me. Unlike the Cullens wonderful life foster system, I had the worst for two years. In fact, they stared at me where the Cullens were sitting across the cafeteria at the exact table. For a moment, I thought Emmett and Alice experienced the system's dark side. However, my Sybil powers told me it was a lie.

Lie. Lie. Lie. Nearly everything about them seems to be a lie by just looking at them.

I even stared at Eleanor, still shivering, who had her coat on. She mentions that she is somewhat unsettled when the Cullens are in the cafeteria. So, I noted this, wondering if they aren't human. Of course, I laughed it off.

During Mr. Molina's biology class had one student absent. It was nice to do some work without the death glares. But I really wanted to talk with Edward and see what the deal was. How can you talk to somebody who isn't here? Yet I desperately wanted to talk with him.

I got this nagging feeling that I was the cause of his absence.

If there is a problem, then I have the right to know.

After school, Eleanor and I got in the wagoneer. I went into the glove box to pull out the list for groceries. Apparently, Zelena hardly has anything edible to eat other than essential pop tarts, potatoes, and meats. If you take a look at her pantry, you will find nothing more than herbs, spices, and jars filled with things you genuinely don't want to know about.

Like I said before, it's not easy to be a witch.

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Eleanor and I finished our homework before preparing for dinner. Turns out Eleanor can cook some exceptionally gourmet meals. As she wanders around the kitchen to create some meat in pastry cuisine. I sat by the table, borrowing Eleanor's laptop to check my emails. There were several from my friends in New Orleans, one from Cordelia asking how I was doing in Forks, and the last my mother.

Oh shit, I thought I sent my mom an email about my transfer. Last time I saw my mother was last month when she came for a short visit for a possible job interview. After that horrific incident with her ex-boyfriend, mom tried to get custody of me. She took many classes and worked hard to update the house to code. However, every appointment with the child services made, she kept being rejected. Mom was devastated, including when visitation was being postponed that I felt like the system was trying to keep us apart,

It wasn't until the fire incident with the bigoted foster dad and being sent to Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies. The first thing Cordelia did after a day of adjusting was allow me to call Betsy. Cordelia allowed me to talk to my mom, whether by phone, letter, or email. However, texting and calling are not cheap, I basically email my mom.

Although, I held a little resentment toward my mom for keeping a secret from me. How my biological father was a warlock. Betsy confessed that she knew my father was a warlock. except society from the Caster Community wouldn't accept them together, or at least his branch of Casters. So she let him go, and he left her, not even fighting back. All I know is his name was Dante. All these strange incidents had a cause, and he didn't stay to help Betsy, even just to co-parent.

I tried desperately to know who my biological father was. I even asked Cordelia if she knew of a Dante who held similar features to me. But Cordelia says Dante is a very common name in the Caster Community. Thus, after a month of researching my heritage, I turn my resentment further towards my biological father. And made amends with Betsy and enjoyed the visitations. The Council was not pleased when hearing that Betsy was visiting me at Miss Robichaux's Academy. The Council tried interfering, saying I was no longer her daughter. "She is our daughter now, Betsy. You've done all you could." Myrtle Snow told mom. Of course, the last sentence was a lie, mere force.

As Cordelia continued to allow visitation.

We just can't be on the academy grounds.

Georgia,

I miss you so much, my sweet little Georgia. I have wonderful news! I got a job offer in New Orleans as a tech assistant at an OB-GYN. I'll be transferring to a nursing school there to get my degree. Mrs. Fox had sent me leasing information on a rental that is near the school at a reasonable price. We can be together again while you train and become a strong woman. You are my pride and joy, and I am so thankful to have you as my daughter.

Please email or call me so we can make arrangements. I am so excited!

Love,

Mom.

I sighed when reading her letter. Although it is nice, she is taking the next step to get out of the hellhole she has been living in. Her dreams are not going to come true soon. Not for another four years until I'm legal of age to be independent in the Caster world. I started typing to her to give her the sad news.

Mom,

I got your email, and congratulations on getting a job and getting closer to your nursing degree. But I'm afraid that seeing each other is not going to happen in New Orleans. I was transferred to another mentor in Washington State. I can't give details, but things are pleasant here. Yeah, it rains like hell, but I made a new friend. I do wish we could see each other again. Maybe when summer vacation starts, I can see if my mentor could allow us to hang out. It depends, though.

I love ya and will call or write soon.

Love,

Georgia.

I click send and see Eleanor sautéing boiled chicken, onions, and mushrooms in a pan while adding Sherry wine. The smell was delicious to a point I could salivate over the fragrance.

"Want some help?" I offered.

"Can you take the pastry shells and put them in the oven?" She asked.

"Sure," I said, taking the frozen package of pastry shells and applying them on the tray, then putting it in the oven at the precise temperature. Then set the timer, so they don't burn. "What are ya cooking?"

"Sherry mushroom chicken," Eleanor answered. "Something my mother taught me."

"Smells good," I complimented, before going to the fridge to grab a salad back. Might as well make my portion for dinner. Otherwise, I'll be on dish duty.

"Thank you," she said.

Ten minutes later, Zelena came home from work. She seemed exhausted as she walked into the kitchen, slumping into a chair, using her powers to conjure a beer bottle from the fridge. Something tells me an unhappy customer did not read the instructions properly. She took a few sips of beer, then sighed, "Men."

I nodded, setting the small table up in the kitchen. Eleanor brought the food over, and we ate in silence. The silence seemed comfortable as we ate. The only sound you should hear is the breaking of the pastry and the crunching sound of everybody chewing their meals.

"So, have you girls made some friends?" Zelena asked.

"Some. We've been talking with some girls named Angela and Jessica. Also, a few guys, Mike, Tyler, and Eric." Eleanor answered.

"Hmm, just don't get too close to show them our secrets." She warned.

"We know," I assured. "By the way, do you know the Cullen family?"

Instantly Zelena stiffened as she cut through the shell pastry hard to clank it on the plate. "As in Dr. Cullen's family?"

"Yeah," I confirmed.

"Yes, from what I hear, he's a good doctor. Could be certified to work in any high-end hospital instead of this little town. From what I hear, the children are different, thinking to high standards. Chief Swan says them kids are very mature and haven't caused any trouble here." Zelena said, holding a bit of loathing in her words. It surprised me the amount of venom she held. I wonder if it was the children or Dr. Cullen in general. She looked at us with sharp eyes. "I want you girls to stay away from them if possible. They may seem like nice people, but they are dangerous."

"Why?" I asked.

"It is not my place to say, but I want you to keep on guard." She said with much authority.

That night Zelena canceled today's lesson saying she wasn't feeling well. Eleanor and I washed the dishes, wondering what bit Zelena in the ass. I tried to ask Eleanor if she knew, but she shrugged. I sighed as we finished up cleaning and then headed to the living room to watch TV. I thought about Edward and the Cullens all night, wondering what was going on here.

They are labeled as an outcast in both human and caster society.

But why?

What do you all think?

I decided to make a few twists now and then, crossing between the book, movie, and AHS.

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