Welcome to chapter 11 aka the chapter we find out what the fuck an Avery is and how exactly she got mixed up in all this. Hope you enjoy and remember to review!
Scott had been in collage approximately ten minutes and had already made an enemy. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" The blonde girl in front of him screech. She was dripping with what had once been Scott's iced caramel cocoa cluster Frappuccino with two extra expresso shots. "Oh my god! I'm sooo sorry." Scott said as he moved to the girl. "Fucking pretty boy douche-nozzle!" She screamed as she swung her messenger bag at him. "Whoa! Hold up! I didn't mean to!" He said as he continued to dodge her swings. "Yeah 'cause you were so wrapped up on looking at your fucking reflection you couldn't bother where you were going!" She snapped. Scott shrunk back. "Look I'll pay for your dry-cleaning and buy you dinner to make it up to you." Scott tried to reason. The girl narrowed her eyes at him. "Are you for real?" She asked. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" Scott asked confused. The girl raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? I mean look at you and then look at me." She said waving between the two. Scott tilted his head to the side, looking over the girl. She was blonde with streaks of purple and bright green eyes. "I don't see anything wrong with you." He said earnestly. The girl looked at him like he'd grown a second head. "You're kidding me right? I mean come on you're a total Zac Efron! I'm just the chubby nerd." She said exasperated. "I don't think there's anything wrong with your weight." Scott said immediately. She seemed taken aback by this. "Give me your number and I'll text you how much my dry-cleaning is." She said quickly as pulled out a piece of paper and write something on it. She handed it to him and turned. "Wait! What's your name?" Scott asked. The girl didn't stop but shouted, "Avery. Avery Ryan."
Scott woke up the next morning, alone. He jumped up and ran into the living room. Allison was standing there, arms crossed and glaring at Avery. Avery looked at Allison with a bored expression. "Look Amber I do not know you. I need to talk to Scott. You know the big bad alpha werewolf." Avery said in clear distain. Allison's eyes widen and she moved towards Avery but Scott threw himself between the two. "Ok you two. Enough of this." He said. Allison huffed but chose not to attack Avery. Scott turned to Avery. "Did you guys find anything?" He asked. Avery groaned and rolled her eyes. "Unfortunately no." She pulled the book out of her bag. "I guess I should explain how I know what this is. Or what I thought it was." She sat on the couch. "You know how I'm Florida right?" She asked. Scott nodded. In college the two had gone to Panama City every year for Spring Break. "Well my dad's whole family is from there. Like since before it became a state. My mom's family how every comes from more northern territories. Massachusetts. Salem in fact. Her familiar name is Warren…" Scott was confused but he heard Allison breathe out, heavily. "Your telling me that The Salem Witch Trails actually did kill witches?" She asked. Avery laughed. "Oh god no. Those were just a bunch of people running around high on LSD. My great-great-whatever grandmother was one of said people but she wasn't found guilty cause she confessed to witchcraft. Well jokes on them cause she was a witch." Avery said with a smirk. "So you're a witch?" Scott asked, unease in his voice. Avery shrugged. "Kind of. Witches aren't really anything like in the Crucible. They're…. Well that show Charmed is a good example except for all that Wiccan stuff. Witches and Wiccans are two totally separate things. We can have powers and perform spells. Some witches are Wiccan but that's by choice." Avery explained. She held up the book. "Each witch family or as some call the Coven has what is called a Grimoire. It's where a family puts all their family spells, rituals and important events. Kind of like a family bible I guess." "Or a Bestiary." Allison said and Avery nodded. "Exactly. That's what I thought this was but then I began to look through it. It's blank." She handed the book to Scott and Allison and the two began to look through it. Nothing was written on any of the pages. "So they had a big blank book?" Allison asked. "Not quite. See the pages are enchanted to show certain people what the caster wants them to see. My guess is those women in the forest were a Wiccan Coven who somehow got their hands on this book and decided to try a resurrection spell." The blonde looked annoyed. "Resurrection spells are fictional garbage. They don't work and Is still don't understand how this happened. It takes way too much power, magic to cast one successfully. It would take like hundreds of witches to pull someone over from the other side and that would kill them. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE." She said, clearly exasperated. Allison bit her lip. "What if the person wasn't on the other side?" She asked. Avery's head snapped over to her. "What?" She asked. "I wasn't in heaven or whatever the other side is. I was in the white room." She said. "Bardo." Scott breathed and Allison nodded. "And what the fuck is Bardo?" Avery asked. "It's the Buddhist words for the place between life and death." Scott explained. "Limbo?" She asked. The two nodded and Avery frowned. "That would take a lot less power but still too much for them to have. They would either need a lot more witches or another power source." She said. "Well they did perform the ritual at the Nemeton. Could that mean anything." Scott mused. Avery blanched. "That stump was a Nemeton?" She asked blankly. Scott nodded. Avery let out a screech and launched the book at his head. Scott caught it easily. "GOD DAMMIT SCOTT! You guys could have told me earlier! It could have saved me hours of research! Damn you and your complete naivety!" Allison nodded in agreement. "Tell me about it." She sighed. "Hey now. This is not 'Pick on Scott McCall' day." Scott said. "Every day is 'Pick on Scott McCall' day." Avery said simply. "Your entire life is 'Pick on Scott McCall' day." Allison dead panned. Scott couldn't argue with them.