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The demonness stared at the book in her lap.

She couldn't believe it wasn't the Grimoire.

She had searched for it for three months, and then three more months in that horrible icy waste.

And all she had found was this dumb green leather book.

Well I as well look at what I've discovered, she thought miserably. Her hand

moved to the dark wooden clasp.

Suddenly something tickled at the back of her mind.

Recognizing this as her magic-sensing ability, she pulled her hands from the clasp, and

not a moment too soon.

Where her fingers had been no more than a second before, three

long red and green thorns protruded.

If she had ignored her magical sixth sense, she would have ended up with a hand-kabob.

Tamarra smiled for the first time since she had destroyed that idiots remaining minions.

It wasn't the Grimoire, but it seemed it wasn't completely useless.

Grinning now, she telekinetically opened the book and flipped to a page at random.

This was going to be fun.

Chris tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music.

Then he paused.

Where the hell was he going? Nowhere. He had nowhere to go.

Maybe he could go get Billie and go kick some demon ass.

Nah.

He did too much of that anyway. He didn't want to turn into some weird kind of magical geek.

Wow, he was having conversations in his head.

That had to be unhealthy.

And he really needed to get a life. So where to go? Tapping his fingers to the beat of some Good Charlotte song, he tried to figure out something to do today.

Maybe Aunt Phoebe would want to do something.

Billie sat on her apartment drinking a can of Coke.

Wow. I'm so bored.

I haven't been this bored in… ever, she thought miserably.

Maybe the Demon of Boredom had cast a spell on her.

Grinning for a moment at that thought, her smile faded.

WHAT THE HELL!

This was so unlike her. Maybe she hadn't gotten enough sleep or something.

Well magic was always fun.

Most of the time.

When it wasn't trying to kill her.

Quickly improvising as she spoke,

"Give me something fun to do,

I'm so bored I want to sue.

I want things to go my way,

So give me something fun to do today."

She lit a red candle and through a four-leaf clover through the flame.

The four leaf clover hit the ground.

Darn. It didn't work.

She turned around and grabbed the TV remote, clicking and turning to MTV. She

watched a little of some lame celeb reality show, a man grabbed her head and started

making out with her.

Oh my god, she thought, leaning into the kiss.

Magic was such a pervert.

Chris sat in a café filled with plants.

How pathetic was that.

He was sitting in some place called the Tarot Café.

Alone.

He'd just come in for kicks. Ya know, check out the fake fortuneteller. Get a laugh or two.

But the stupid gypsy-woman was busy, so no laughs. Taking a deep sip from his coffee mug, he took in the marvelous caffeine.

Now he was so alert it was starting to give him a head ache. Behind him he heard a

tinkling of glass beads. He turned to see a weeping woman flee the shop. Chris turned

angrily to the beaded door, where a young brunette woman stood. She had a long colorful dress, and a tight white blouse, which Chris would have admired, if he wasn't

so angry.

Though he was glaring at her, she seemed unconcerned, as if she got it all the time.

Which she probably did.

"What did you tell her?" He demanded, while simultaneously telling himself that he must

NOT use magic on an innocent, no matter how much he wanted to rip her guts out, then

turn her into a pig, and feed her her own entrails.

"She wanted to know if her husband was cheating on her."

Oh.

But since she was phony it doesn't matter anyway.

Right?