was angry at me, but when I caught her expression— my first instinct was to step back. “This way.” I said and led her out to the kitchen.
We gathered around the kitchen table, and Holly and Cypress were retelling how they had found the poppet.
“...and there it was,” Cypress said. “That ugly doll didn’t even come with a dream house or hot pink car— Just a whole lot of bad juju.”
Ivy chuckled at her friend’s statement, and I noticed Gwen didn’t find that particularly humorous. I sat with them waiting for the opportunity to share what I’d seen when I had used clairvoyance to look over the squad’s auras.
Come to think of it, I wasn’t sure if that was exactly ethical behavior or not. I sipped from a bottle of water, mulling it over. I was torn. On one hand, using The Sight was a bit of an unfair advantage, but on the other hand, it was a way to confirm there was, indeed, some type of dark magick at work.
I heard the front door open, and Marie Rousseau called out as she let herself in. As I twisted to look, Marie stalked into the kitchen wearing distressed jeans and a denim jacket. Her dark hair was knotted up in a casual bun. She went directly to her niece and dropped a kiss on the top of Cypress’ head. “How you doing, baby?”
“I worked the magick how you taught me, Aunt Marie. I think it should minimize the effects of the poppet,” Cypress said. Quickly, she explained what she and I had done with our counter spell.
“What I want to know...” Marie said. “Is why anyone would be petty enough to target the girls on the cheer squad?”
Petty was a good way to describe it, I realized, and spoke up. “It does seem a little juvenile. And besides that, what were they hoping to gain by injuring cheerleaders?” Everyone swung their gaze to me.
“Excellent point,” Gwen stated.
“I want to see this poppet,” Marie said.
“It’s in the garage,” Holly, Cypress and I answered together.
After the aunts left the room, Holly drummed her fingers on the tabletop. “We need to see that doll that Kate found in her locker.”
“That was a week ago,” Ivy pointed out. “Kate said that she’d thrown it away.”
“What if we used a locator spell?” Holly suggested.
Cypress seemed to consider that. “We could... but we’d need something personal of Kate’s to link the missing item to the spell.”
Holly reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded tissue. “I imagine her hair would work.” She unfolded the tissue and revealed a tangle of brown hair.
Cypress let loose a cackle, Ivy beamed at her twin, and I almost spit water on the table at Holly’s sly maneuver.
“Where did you get that?” I asked after I managed to swallow the water.
“I took her brush out of her backpack and removed her hair from it.” Holly shrugged. “I figured our resident Seer could use a little postcognition and look back to see where the doll ended up.
“Damn Blondie, that’s impressively sneaky... especially for you.” I smiled at her.
Holly set the tissue down. “This is my squad being attacked. My friends who are getting hurt. That makes it my responsibility to find out who is doing this, and to stop them.”
“ Our responsibility,” Cypress corrected.
“Our responsibility,” Holly agreed, and squeezed Cypress’ hand.
“I assume you want to get started right away?” I asked. Standing up, I was met with three very determined faces. “Alright, let’s do it. Ivy, go tell your mom and Marie what we’re going to try.”
We decided to do the postcognition attempt/ locator spell in the twin’s room. The twin’s room was located in the back of the house, and it also boasted a turret. When I had first moved here, I had half expected a room that was divided down the center with pink ruffles and sparkles for Holly and black gothic opulence for Ivy.
“You know, this room still throws me off.” I said as I was struck again by the décor as I entered. The left was Holly’s side
We gathered around the kitchen table, and Holly and Cypress were retelling how they had found the poppet.
“...and there it was,” Cypress said. “That ugly doll didn’t even come with a dream house or hot pink car— Just a whole lot of bad juju.”
Ivy chuckled at her friend’s statement, and I noticed Gwen didn’t find that particularly humorous. I sat with them waiting for the opportunity to share what I’d seen when I had used clairvoyance to look over the squad’s auras.
Come to think of it, I wasn’t sure if that was exactly ethical behavior or not. I sipped from a bottle of water, mulling it over. I was torn. On one hand, using The Sight was a bit of an unfair advantage, but on the other hand, it was a way to confirm there was, indeed, some type of dark magick at work.
I heard the front door open, and Marie Rousseau called out as she let herself in. As I twisted to look, Marie stalked into the kitchen wearing distressed jeans and a denim jacket. Her dark hair was knotted up in a casual bun. She went directly to her niece and dropped a kiss on the top of Cypress’ head. “How you doing, baby?”
“I worked the magick how you taught me, Aunt Marie. I think it should minimize the effects of the poppet,” Cypress said. Quickly, she explained what she and I had done with our counter spell.
“What I want to know...” Marie said. “Is why anyone would be petty enough to target the girls on the cheer squad?”
Petty was a good way to describe it, I realized, and spoke up. “It does seem a little juvenile. And besides that, what were they hoping to gain by injuring cheerleaders?” Everyone swung their gaze to me.
“Excellent point,” Gwen stated.
“I want to see this poppet,” Marie said.
“It’s in the garage,” Holly, Cypress and I answered together.
After the aunts left the room, Holly drummed her fingers on the tabletop. “We need to see that doll that Kate found in her locker.”
“That was a week ago,” Ivy pointed out. “Kate said that she’d thrown it away.”
“What if we used a locator spell?” Holly suggested.
Cypress seemed to consider that. “We could... but we’d need something personal of Kate’s to link the missing item to the spell.”
Holly reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded tissue. “I imagine her hair would work.” She unfolded the tissue and revealed a tangle of brown hair.
Cypress let loose a cackle, Ivy beamed at her twin, and I almost spit water on the table at Holly’s sly maneuver.
“Where did you get that?” I asked after I managed to swallow the water.
“I took her brush out of her backpack and removed her hair from it.” Holly shrugged. “I figured our resident Seer could use a little postcognition and look back to see where the doll ended up.
“Damn Blondie, that’s impressively sneaky... especially for you.” I smiled at her.
Holly set the tissue down. “This is my squad being attacked. My friends who are getting hurt. That makes it my responsibility to find out who is doing this, and to stop them.”
“ Our responsibility,” Cypress corrected.
“Our responsibility,” Holly agreed, and squeezed Cypress’ hand.
“I assume you want to get started right away?” I asked. Standing up, I was met with three very determined faces. “Alright, let’s do it. Ivy, go tell your mom and Marie what we’re going to try.”
We decided to do the postcognition attempt/ locator spell in the twin’s room. The twin’s room was located in the back of the house, and it also boasted a turret. When I had first moved here, I had half expected a room that was divided down the center with pink ruffles and sparkles for Holly and black gothic opulence for Ivy.
“You know, this room still throws me off.” I said as I was struck again by the décor as I entered. The left was Holly’s side
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