“Say no more! Let's begin,” she says. She bids us to stand up and shuffles us past a few curtains and into a tiny room with a dingy table and three chairs. She draws the curtains shut and mutters something under her breath. Glowing streams of sparkles burst from her hands, encircling the curtains. The sheets of fabric transform into a single dark green wall. I scream and back away from the woman, pulling Will with me. “Oh, my gosh! What did you do?” “Relax,” the woman says. “I needed to ensure we have a safe space for the reading.” “But-- you just-- Magic!” I spit. “Finley, it's them,” he says. “You’re the people who put the curse on us.” “Not me, my aunt,” the woman says. “She wants to keep our powers secret. As for me, I've opened up a store and made a living for us. As a result, I have to fix the destinies she creates.” …show more content…
“What do you mean?” I say, my adrenaline levels dropping steadily.
The woman isn't nearly as scary as her aunt. Somehow I get the feeling that she's here to help us. “My aunt doesn't want anyone to know about our magic,” the woman says. “When she spotted Will with the frogs at the pond, she cursed him to become a frog, at least a societal frog, until he finds someone who loves him purely. In the meantime, he's been forced to adorn green colors at all time, and he disgusts the people he contacts as if he were a real
frog.” “This is too much like... a fairytale,” I say. “Life has always been a fairytale, darling,” the woman replies. “You simply weren’t enchanted enough to notice. After all, we are witches, and you’re peasants. Then the tale begins with a bit of magic and luck.” “Peasants. I wish we were dragons,” Will grumbles. I snicker. “Hey, at least there's room for promotions, right?” “Exactly right!” the woman bellows happily. She claps her hands together, a small squirt of fairy magic spurting from her palms. It forms a poop-like pile on the table in front of her. Will and I immediately turn to each other and burst out laughing. “Exactly!” the woman repeats. Our laughter tapers off as she continues. “Promotions. To advance to a better role in your fairytale together, you must both break the curse!” “But how?” Will says, but the woman interrupts him. “I-- “Delivered a flawless prom-posal, exchanged phone numbers, felt your spark of attraction with Finley so deeply you nearly exploded. I know, Will, I know.” “Wait, what?” I say, turning to Will. My cheeks ignite with heat. “You like me that much?” “Oh, but you, Finley,” the witch says. “You felt that spark and allowed it to smolder. It's your heartbeat that tells you, and it's been beating faster with each passing second you spend with Will.” Will and I stare at each other, cheeks bright red. I twitch and turn to the witch again. “How do you know all that?” I ask. “Don't interrupt my session,” the woman gripes. “You’re interfering with my rhythm. But I am a psychic. I just happen to have extra magical abilities tacked on to my resume.” She clears her throat. “Alright, where was I? Oh, okay. Yes. Yes. Reach a better role in the story. You have the romance to break the spell, you have the circumstances, the knowledge, the ability to grow.” The woman grasps her chest, gasping. Her eyes flash green like a blinking traffic light, and I rise from my seat, wanting to resuscitate her but not knowing if I should. Her shoulders toss her forward and backwards at least a dozen times. Will and I watch helplessly until the jerking simmers to a halt. Huffing for air, the witch switches her gaze between Will and I. At this point we’re both feet away from her, backs against the wall. I’m breathing almost as heavily as she is. “You’re missing something, darlings. A few things. The pure beginnings of love need more growth, like a blooming plant. You have half of prom’s bisected flower, just need its matching part.” The lady x-rays my soul, watching my thought process, and somehow I know exactly what she means. It takes me a few seconds, but then I realize what we did wrong that night at prom. “Prom’s bisected flower,” I repeat, nodding. “I know what to do.”
... she really can be a frightful person to be near. She is also uses
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