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“Well… now that we’re all here, not that I knew we were actually expecting so many people, would you
be able to answer some questions about magic for us Cam?” Ryann asks. I agree. and lead them into
my workroom sh storeroom out back. I open the door myself as I keep it warded. If anyone other
than me tries to open it they will not like the oue. I did n to bring the Alphas here and I don’t
mind including their Oracle friend. But I did not count. on letting Harrison into my personal space. I love
my workroom, it’s a perfectbination of work and extras. I have a Witches circle, a secure area to
keep my more dangerous potions and enough alcohol to hide all sorts of spells. Alcohol is actually a
weirdly good base for a lot of potions. Some of the more traditional Witches refuse to use it, preferring
to stick with purified water or water from obscure springs orkes insisting that it works better. It
doesn’t, it’s about the same, it just doesn’t taste as good. Plus I’ve found that alcohol makes some
potions more potent, particrly ones that affect the mind more than the body. Probably because it
reduces inhibitions. A person can fight a spell, even if they don’t know they’re doing it. I also find that
most potions work best if the person doesn’t know that they’ve imbibed it. It’s why I keep my more
dangerous potions locked away. I don’t have to worry about the ingredients at least. Only a Witch can
make potions, they have to be infused with magic to work. Still, back to the issue at hand. I’m not sure I
want Harrison in my workspace, but I don’t want to offend the Alphas by refusing him. Sigh. I stop him
in the doorway with a hand on his chest and have to ignore how firm his muscles feel and the rush of
heat that goes through me. I don’t think I’ve ever touched him before. My knees feel a little shaky. What
the hell? Stupid Incubus magic. I re at him, tempted to tell him to leave.
“Touch. Nothing. Do you understand me?” He nods and smiles but I don’t miss the slight smirk on his
face. His eyes are darting around the room and he looks far too interested in everything
Te. I just know I’m going to regret this.
Ryann exins to me all about how there are these people who have been stalking her and how
they’ve been going around killing people and how they’ve taken a little girl. It’s absolutely awful. I wish
they hade to me sooner. If I had known it was this important a problem I would havee to see
them immediately. She then tells me about some of the spells that they suspect the criminals have
been using. They sound kind of familiar, definitely not the kind of magic I usually use so I’ll have to look
it up.
“I have a couple ideas about what it could be. Let me double check something.” I approach my secure
storage and unlock it with my assigned magical phrase and a dose of my personal
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magic. It’s a lock that no one can open but me, even if they know the password they would need my
magical signature and that’s pretty much impossible to replicate. To copy someone’s magical signature
you need to know and understand it. To do that you have to basically have a perfect understanding of a
person, of what makes them who they are. It’s very rare that someone manages something like that
and usually if you know someone that well, that intimately… Well you wouldn’t have a reason to be
stealing from them now would you? I locate my grimoire. It’s my personal one, not the family one. It has
a record of every spell I’ve ever studied. I could probably find out more if I had ess to my family
grimoire but if the cost of that information is my freedom it’s just not worth it. I lock up and drop the
leather bound book on the table. Technically it doesn’t need to be a dramatic leather bound book, it
could be a regr notebook or something. But there is just something so appealing about the
aesthetic that I can’t resist.
“What’s that?” Harrison asks, leaning over my shoulder. I can feel his breath in my hair. I didn’t realise
that he was so close. I snap my grimoire shut. I might be nning to share SOME information, and I
might be more open that most Witches, but this is MY grimoire. It’s practically a diary of all my
knowledge and experiences. It’s not something I want just anyone reading. I realise I’ve not moved
away from him and I quickly duck out under his arm. clutching my grimoire to my chest and hoping no
one can see how rattled I am.
“It’s my grimoire. Not something for you to read. I tell him, trying to keep my cool. Harrison seems like
he’s going to argue and I’m prepping to send him packing when Ryann prods him. in the arm with a
finger and tells him off.
“Leave it Harry.” Harrison reluctantly steps away and begins to wander the room, looking at my
shelves. Seriously? One warming from her and he shuts up. Where can I learn that trick? I start flicking
through my grimoire again when I see him reaching towards some of my
ingredients.
“Hands in your pockets Harrison.” I order without looking up. I resist a smug smile when he shoves his
hands in his pockets. Good. I don’t think he could do any harm with what was on that shelf, but I don’t
especially want to have to rece any of my supplies. Some of that stuff is expensive. After a few
minutes of flicking through pages I find what I’m looking for. Stealth spells. I focussed on them for a
while as a teenager when I wanted to sneak out without getting caught. I guess it’s nice that it’s finally
paying off. The spell she described isn’t EXACTLY like the one I learned, but it would requiry simr
magic.
“Okay, so it looks like it’s probably a spin off version of a basic stealth spell. Instead of hiding
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magic. It’s a lock that no one can open but me, even if they know the password they would need my
magical signature and that’s pretty much impossible to replicate. To copy someone’s magical signature
you need to know and understand it. To do that you have to basically have a perfect understanding of a
person, of what makes them who they are. It’s very rare that someone manages something like that
and usually if you know someone that well, that intimately… Well you wouldn’t have a reason to be
stealing from them now would you? I locate my grimoire. It’s my personal one, not the family one. It has
a record of every spell I’ve ever studied. I could probably find out more if I had ess to my family
grimoire but if the cost of that information is my freedom it’s just not worth it. I lock up and drop the
leather bound book on the table. Technically it doesn’t need to be a dramatic leather bound book, it
could be a regr notebook or something. But there is just something so appealing about the
aesthetic that I can’t resist.
“What’s that?” Harrison asks, leaning over my shoulder. I can feel his breath in my hair. I didn’t realise
that he was so close, I snap my grimoire shut. I might be nning to share SOME information, and I
might be more open that most Witches, but this is MY grimoire. It’s practically a diary of all my
knowledge and experiences. It’s not something I want just anyone. reading. I realise I’ve not moved
away from him and I quickly duck out under his arm, clutching my grimoire to my chest and hoping no
one can see how rattled I am.
“It’s my grimoire. Not something for you to read.” I tell him, trying to keep my cool. Harrison seems like
he’s going to argue and I’m prepping to send him packing when Ryann prods him in the arm with a
finger and tells him off
“Leave it Harry.” Harrison reluctantly steps away and begins to wander the room, looking at my
shelves. Seriously? One warning from her and he shuts up. Where can I learn that trick? I start flicking
through my grimoire again when I see him reaching towards some of my
ingredients.
“Hands in your pockets Harrison.” I order without looking up. I resist a smug smile when he shoves his
hands in his pockets. Good. I don’t think he could do any harm with what was on that shelf, but I don’t
especially want to have to rece any of my supplies. Some of that stuff is expensive. After a few
minutes of flicking through pages I find what I’m looking for. Stealth spells. I focussed on them for a
while as a teenager when I wanted to sneak out without getting caught. I guess it’s nice that it’s finally
paying off. The spell she described isn’t EXACTLY like the one I learned, but it would require simr
magic.
“Okay, so it looks like it’s probably a spin off version of a basic stealth spell. Instead of hiding
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a person’s presence WHILE they’re at a ce, it hides it afterwards.” I exin. I’m happy to actually
have useful information for them. I was worried I wouldn’t know the answers to their questions. I’m a
competent Witch, but I don’t have the benefit of a coven’s worth of knowledge or the option to consult
my elders when I’m stumped. I’ve been doing my best to experiment and learn, trying not to let that
limit my progress. I can’t even learn from another coven because they’re too secretive. They would
worry that I would just be trying to steal their secrets for my family. I can’t me them. I used to feel
that way too, it wasn’t until I left my coven that I realised how inessible magic is for most people.
“Is there anything about it that we could use to find the caster?” Bemy prompts. Damnit. It wanted to
be useful, but honestly I don’t think identifying the magic is actually all that
helpful. I hate to admit it but it won’t tell them anything.
“Well… it’s a spell that technically any Witch or Warlock could cast… but it isn’t a super well known
variation. Most people who use stealth spells are worried about being seen, heard or smelled WHILE
they’re actually at a ce, less concerned about afterwards. It’s not a variation someone stumbles
across by ident, they would have had to go looking for it.” As
I said, not all that helpful. All it tells them is that someone who wanted tomit a crime, went out of
their way to research magic that would be useful inmitting a crime. I’m really just stating the
obvious. All we really confirm is that there is a Witch or Warlock involved because it’s not the kind of
spell that can be prepared in advance.
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