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goodbyes, and she left to let him lock up on his own.
When she was finally outside, she rubbed her forehead, her temples, and her eyes, as if that would help. That settled it, in her mind. Whatever the deal was, Aiden was not here by accident. He almost certainly knew more than he said he did, and was baiting her for some reason.
Well, that only strengthened her resolve to watch him. That was, right after she dealt with her other issue, and got Piper the explanation she needed.
Bailey just hoped she could actually work with her head pounding like this. It seemed a witch’s job was never done.
Chapter 8
Spells in general were typically time sensitive in some way. There were all sorts of things to consider like phases of the moon, the placement of the planets and other heavenly orbs, the tide of the ocean, and then subtler mystical tides of power that constantly rose and fell throughout the Earth’s lands and rivers and life.
The point, as Bailey understood it, was to get as much of it right as possible. This spell had to be cast at low tide, close to the full moon, and when several planets were in sight of the Earth. It so happened, more or less, that this was the case at the moment. Though the tide was rising quickly just now.
So she wasted no time when she got back to her home, even though she very much wanted to speak with her father about his quitting the paper rather than being fired as she’d assumed. She gave him a quick hug, explained that she was bone-tired from the day, and needed just a quick hour to clear her head and relax before she rehashed it all again.
Her father, for his part, was busy poking around with his blog, and gave her only a cursory greeting anyway. They could do a light dinner tonight, unless she was particularly hungry.
She scurried up to her room, already pulling out the notes on the spell. Bit by bit, out of curiosity and out of a desire to somehow be more, well, witchy, Bailey had begun collecting common implements and reagents of spell crafts. She wasn’t forbidden from doing this, but neither was she specifically encouraged. But she did know that Aria, Francis, and Chloe all brought things from their homes sometimes, so she assumed they did this as well.
Now, she had a small wooden chest—once, it had been a toy chest—filled with bottles and bowls and bundles of smaller wooden boxes she’d picked up from a craft store out of town that held stones and crystals, and other more specific things—this and such a flower harvested at this and such a time; witchcraft and the things used to make it work seemed often to be all about timing and circumstances and hard-to-obtain bits and pieces. Bailey had been patient, and watchful, and had a kind of long term shopping list.
She had all of the components called for in the spell, and knew how to pronounce the ancient Egyptian it was written in, which was fortunate because had it been in Babylonian, or Urdu, or Swahili she would’ve been out of luck.
Once everything she needed was gathered, she opened her window in the attic room, letting in the cool breeze from the ocean, and arranged everything in front of it. This was a fire spell, and involved burning things. She supposed it had to do with fire being a revealing element, something that burned away whatever was keeping a person’s intentions hidden? Or maybe shedding light, as fire did. It was difficult to say, and she didn’t have much time while the circumstances were proper to really dissect the spell.
The spell to light the candle was somehow more complex, but also caused something that defied physics to happen. Well, rather it employed a kind of physics not usually written about in text books, according to Francis.
This spell was different. More subtle. She hoped that would mean it was easier to work. If it wasn’t, worst case scenario was that it simply didn’t work. Everything had to be done right to get a spell off. The exact nature of the results weren’t clear
When she was finally outside, she rubbed her forehead, her temples, and her eyes, as if that would help. That settled it, in her mind. Whatever the deal was, Aiden was not here by accident. He almost certainly knew more than he said he did, and was baiting her for some reason.
Well, that only strengthened her resolve to watch him. That was, right after she dealt with her other issue, and got Piper the explanation she needed.
Bailey just hoped she could actually work with her head pounding like this. It seemed a witch’s job was never done.
Chapter 8
Spells in general were typically time sensitive in some way. There were all sorts of things to consider like phases of the moon, the placement of the planets and other heavenly orbs, the tide of the ocean, and then subtler mystical tides of power that constantly rose and fell throughout the Earth’s lands and rivers and life.
The point, as Bailey understood it, was to get as much of it right as possible. This spell had to be cast at low tide, close to the full moon, and when several planets were in sight of the Earth. It so happened, more or less, that this was the case at the moment. Though the tide was rising quickly just now.
So she wasted no time when she got back to her home, even though she very much wanted to speak with her father about his quitting the paper rather than being fired as she’d assumed. She gave him a quick hug, explained that she was bone-tired from the day, and needed just a quick hour to clear her head and relax before she rehashed it all again.
Her father, for his part, was busy poking around with his blog, and gave her only a cursory greeting anyway. They could do a light dinner tonight, unless she was particularly hungry.
She scurried up to her room, already pulling out the notes on the spell. Bit by bit, out of curiosity and out of a desire to somehow be more, well, witchy, Bailey had begun collecting common implements and reagents of spell crafts. She wasn’t forbidden from doing this, but neither was she specifically encouraged. But she did know that Aria, Francis, and Chloe all brought things from their homes sometimes, so she assumed they did this as well.
Now, she had a small wooden chest—once, it had been a toy chest—filled with bottles and bowls and bundles of smaller wooden boxes she’d picked up from a craft store out of town that held stones and crystals, and other more specific things—this and such a flower harvested at this and such a time; witchcraft and the things used to make it work seemed often to be all about timing and circumstances and hard-to-obtain bits and pieces. Bailey had been patient, and watchful, and had a kind of long term shopping list.
She had all of the components called for in the spell, and knew how to pronounce the ancient Egyptian it was written in, which was fortunate because had it been in Babylonian, or Urdu, or Swahili she would’ve been out of luck.
Once everything she needed was gathered, she opened her window in the attic room, letting in the cool breeze from the ocean, and arranged everything in front of it. This was a fire spell, and involved burning things. She supposed it had to do with fire being a revealing element, something that burned away whatever was keeping a person’s intentions hidden? Or maybe shedding light, as fire did. It was difficult to say, and she didn’t have much time while the circumstances were proper to really dissect the spell.
The spell to light the candle was somehow more complex, but also caused something that defied physics to happen. Well, rather it employed a kind of physics not usually written about in text books, according to Francis.
This spell was different. More subtle. She hoped that would mean it was easier to work. If it wasn’t, worst case scenario was that it simply didn’t work. Everything had to be done right to get a spell off. The exact nature of the results weren’t clear
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