A/N: Mmmmm :) Finally some witchiness is mentioned!

I was asked, so I will clarify again that Cerriden in pronounced Serr-ee-den ;)

Sadly, it seems I have lost my co-author :( You're bright red [;)] input will be missed dear Elizabeth.

Disclaimer: None of SMeyer's characters are mine, only Cerriden and this plotline. FURTHERMORE: I'm getting all of the information on Wiccans and Witchcraft from:

In The Circle: Crafting the Witches' Path by Elen Hawke

and A Beginner's Guide: Witchcraft by Teresa Moorey

Anyways, onward to chaptering!

Chapter Three – Vast Collection of Brooms

Seth POV

I woke up surprisingly late considering how over-excited I had been the night before, by the time I rolled out of bed, it was already past ten thirty. For a moment, I was disorientated – then everything came rushing back: Cerriden's face, her smile, her smell… even her cat. I hurried to get dressed, grabbing my jeans off of the floor and a random t-shirt from my dresser, I wondered when she would be here, or if she was here already. My heart was pounding already and my head swam with thoughts of her. I was knocked out of my stupor when I heard Leah hammering on my door.

"SETH! Are you up?" She yelled, she was hitting the door so hard the frame was shaking. She didn't sound particularly angry though, and she was no-where near stupid enough to believe I was still asleep. So I pulled the door open before she could knock it off its hinges.

"What?" I asked her, trying to sound annoyed, but failing.

"We need to talk." She sounded serious, but again, not angry. This was a good sign. It would be understandable if she was angry at me for imprinting, it seemed to screw up her life enough.

"Oookay…" I trailed off as she grabbed my arm and dragged me into the kitchen. My mom was already in there, washing some dishes – she turned when she heard us and she smiled at me brightly.

Shit…

Leah pushed me into a chair, I felt like I was at an intervention or something. They both looked at me, Leah was serious, whereas mom was grinning like an idiot.

"What?" I asked, desperate to get their stares off of me. It was unnerving.

"Cerriden." Leah said plainly.

I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face when she mentioned her name.

This seemed to be some unconscious answer for the women in the room. My mom sighed contently and Leah just looked at me.

"I can't believe it." Leah said. "You imprinted? Are you fucking serious?"

"Language, Leah." My mom said, giving her a stern look.

"Uh…" I didn't know what to say. I didn't really want to admit to imprinting, it just made the whole thing seem less… special I guess.

They were both looking at me. We all already knew the answer, I guess they just wanted to confirm it. Fortunately, the staring contest was interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

I bolted for the door, glad to be away from those knowing and scary stares – without thinking, yanked it open.

Her smile and her scent sent me reeling. It was like my memories couldn't do justice to how lovely she was, and I knew I was grinning like a madman.

"Hello, Seth." She said, beaming up at me.

"Hey, Cerriden." I answered. God, I loved saying her name.

"Thanks for letting me come over. The mechanic is supposed to make an appearance around 11." She said.

"No problem." I answered her, just taking her in all over again. Today she was wearing a blue dress, with a white floral pattern, it was a little shorter than the one she wore yesterday – showing the length of her legs. I think I must have been staring, as a tint of pink flushed her cheeks. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Sure, some water, please." She said, as I lead the way into the kitchen. I didn't think to check if anyone was still in the kitchen, so it startled me when I heard mom's voice.

"Cerriden, it's nice to see you again." She said, turning away from the sink and drying her hands on a dish towel.

"You too, Sue. I won't be bothering you for too long – the mechanic is supposed to be here soon." She answered, I almost laughed out loud at the idea of her being a bother to anyone. I felt so lucky to have her standing next to me.

"It's no bother at all, sweetheart. Stay as long as you like." Mom replied, but she was giving me pointed looks as she spoke. I looked around the room for Leah, but I couldn't see her. I guessed she had gone back to her bedroom; she was probably fed up with me.

"Thanks." Cerriden replied. It was silent for a moment, and my mom used the opportunity to excuse herself from the room, and I remembered I was supposed to be getting water for Cerriden.

As I was filling the glass, I heard Cerriden's voice behind me.

"So… Have you always lived here?" She said, I smiled at her attempt to make conversation.

"Yeah." I replied, handing her the glass. "Would you like to sit?" I felt stupid for not asking already, and pulled a chair out for her.

"Thanks." She sat down, brushing her hair behind her shoulder as she did so. Her lovely, woodsy scent drifted over to me. I never noticed how… natural she smelt. Not like fruit or flowers, more like fresh water and trees. A breath of fresh air. She took a gulp of water.

"Do you like living here?" She asked, it seemed like she wanted more information out of me.

"Sure. It's close to the beach and woods, and there isn't that much crime – and the people are really nice, I've got some really cool friends…" I trailed off, I was rambling.

"Not much crime? That'll be a nice change."

"I guess there's a lot of law-breaking in New York, right?"

She laughed without humour. "Yep."

I felt like there was more to the story, but I didn't get a chance to ask; as I heard a truck sputtering along the street, which I assumed was the mechanic. After a few moments, Cerriden heard it too.

"They're here to rescue my car, I assume." She said, standing up. I stood up with her.

"I'll go with you."

"Thanks." She smiled, I smiled back. We walked in silence to the street, where sure enough we saw the mechanic's tow truck dawdling by her car.

"Miss… Kareeden Fenna?" The mechanic said, as he climbed out of the car. He mispronounced her first name, and I realised that I didn't even think to ask for her last. I felt weirdly jealous of this stranger knowing her surname before I did.

"It's Cerriden." She corrected him.

"I'm George Mathers." He told her, shaking her hand roughly. Again, I was jealous. He was touching her, and I wasn't, and he wasn't being as gentle with her as he should – couldn't he see how fragile she looked? "Let's have a look under the hood." He sauntered over to the hood of her car and thrust it up, ducking down and taking a look.

"People always mispronounce my name." She grumbled, she was adorable when she was annoyed.

"It is an unusual name." I told her, smiling.

"It's after the Welsh Celtic goddess Cerridwen." She informed me. "She's the goddess of the moon, poetry, music, earth, death and fertility."

"A goddess? Now that's special." I told her, smirking.

"It is. I love my name, my mom seemed to think it was very fitting."

"She had good taste in names then, although it is a bit of a mouthful."

She smiled, "Well, since you seem to have such an issue with the length of my name, you can just call me Cerri."

"Alright, Cerri." I smiled back at her, I seemed to be smiling a lot recently.

"Well, Miss." George suddenly said in his gruff voice, pulling us out of our bubble. "Looks like you got some engine troubles, I'm gonna have to take her back to the garage and fix her up."

"Alright…" She replied, "When do you think it'll be ready to pick up?"

"Uh… probably around a week or so." He mumbled, rubbing his neck.

"Okay, I just have to get some stuff out of the back." She replied, pulling out her car keys from her bag.

"I'll help." I told her.

She smiled up at me, unlocking the car while George fiddled away with his truck. She started pulling out all sorts of boxes and things from the back seat, handing a few off to me.

"I'll just bring them into the house." I told her, walking towards my door.

"Thanks!" She called out with her head still inside the car. I walked her boxes into the kitchen and dumped them on the table.

"So, she's moving in already?" Leah's voice startled me.

"No." I scowled at her, although I wouldn't mind Cerri moving in with me. Into my room… "I'm just helping her with some boxes." She just rolled her eyes at me and stalked off into the living room. I didn't have time to figure Leah out, I could hear Cerri talking to George out front.

"Thanks for all your help." I heard her say.

"No problem, Miss. We'll call you with details and stuff." I heard George's voice reply. I heard the rumble of his truck driving away as I headed back outside.

Cerri was watching him drive away, with another box and a few objects by her feet.

"I'll help you with those." I said, picking up the box. She picked up a few of the things off the ground and followed me into the kitchen. I heard her groan behind me.

"Ugh, I don't know how I'm going to get all this back to Lissa's." She said, putting something on the table with a clang.

"I could drive you, if you like." I said, excited to be with her for a little longer.

"Really? Thanks, I didn't want to ask – it seemed rude." She mumbled. I laughed, she really liked to be polite.

"Sure, you can ask me for anything." I told her, ignoring how creeperish it sounded. She just smiled at me. "You know, for moving, you didn't bring a lot of stuff." She only had four boxes and a few knick-knacks. And a broom, it seemed.

"Yeah, I don't actually own a lot of stuff, and I left some of it with friends in New York."

"Very practical." I was eyeing some of her things, hoping to get to know her a little better through them. I couldn't see much though, as the boxes were all taped up. "Why the broom though?"

She appraised me for a moment, and her eyes danced with secrets. Then she smirked, and said, "It's my favourite one. I couldn't leave home without it."

I held her gaze for a moment, trying to figure out what she wasn't telling me. Then I shook my head and laughed, giving up. "Do you have a vast collection of brooms?" I asked her.

"Well, I wouldn't say vast." She chuckled, stroking the bristles of her favourite broom. "But I do like choice."

"Is there a reason you like choice in brooms?"

She looked up to the ceiling then, and blew a wayward strand of hair out of her eyes, then looked back at me.

"Have you heard of Wiccans?"

I blinked. Her face was unsmiling now, serious.

"What, like witches?"

"Like the religion." Her voice grew softer, almost vulnerable.

"Uh, not really."

She smiled shyly. "I wouldn't really expect you to." She looked down at her watch for a moment. "It's not exactly a major world religion."

"So… you're a Wiccan then?"

She looked up and smiled at me. "Yep."

Wiccan. Witches. The occult. The supernatural. I wondered if this meant she believed in werewolves… I blanched from the thought. I did not want to have the "I'm a werewolf" conversation with her. I realised I hadn't said anything, and she was looking at me anxiously.

"Cool." I said. Not knowing what else to say. She laughed then, carefree and relaxed. "So, the brooms are for…?"

"Rituals." She answered. "Maybe I could tell you more about it the car? I promised Lissa I'd be back around twelve, and it's already past eleven thirty."

"Of course." I told her, grabbing a box. She followed suit, grabbing a box and following me to the car.

A/N: I wish I could have made a massively huge chapter for this, but the story flowed better when I split it in half.

Also, what did you think of Leah and Sue's reactions to Seth's imprinting situation?

Love and JOY to you fantastic readers :)

~Elise