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other.”
“What?” Russ and I asked together.
“Since the beginning of time witches and warlocks have been natural enemies. There’s something in our chemical makeup that makes us so. Some say it’s because a warlock’s magic comes from demons and is therefore a form of dark magic, and a witch’s power comes from the Creator and is a magic of light. Others believe it’s because if a witch and a warlock ever mated their offspring would be far too powerful. It’s nature’s way of maintaining balance. It’s called a blood feud.”
“Well that explains Clara,” Russ grumbled and his dad laughed.
I was lost. “Who’s Clara?”
“Just an old friend of the family,” Alex said lightly.
“Your friend. Not mine.”
“And the only witch Russ knows who is his own age.”
“That’s witch with a capital B,” Russ clarified. “But I know Dani too.” He grinned at me. “Maybe you’re, like, a good witch.”
“I don’t think she’s a witch.”
“What else could she be? She cast a spell. I was there. I saw her do it.”
I couldn’t believe I was sitting there watching the two of them argue over what kind of supernatural species I was. The moment was beyond surreal.
“Yes, a time-stopping spell.” Alex eyed me with fascination. “And without any training. Even I couldn’t cast a spell that powerful without using an incantation.”
“So she’s an anomaly,” Russ suggested. “They’re always more powerful and it could explain why she doesn’t repel us.”
I could tell he liked the idea very much. “That’s a possibility.”
“What’s an anomaly?” I asked.
Russ grinned at me. “Supernatural awesomeness.”
I wanted to stay angry and afraid, but with Russ and his dad being so casual about it I was quickly getting over myself. I finally cracked my first smile in days. “That’s helpful.”
I looked to Russ’s dad for a real explanation. “An anomaly,” he said, sounding like a college professor, “is a genetic mutation within the supernatural race.”
“I’m a supernatural mutant?” That sucked. “I take it back. I think I like Russ’s definition better.”
Alex smiled. “They’re still supernaturals like the rest of us, but somewhere within their genetics there is a mutation that makes them slightly different. You wouldn’t be able to tell by looking at them, but they are almost always more powerful and can break the rules. For instance, a witch who can cast spells without potions or incantations, or vampire who can come into contact with direct sunlight.”
“Okay, so how do we find out if that’s what I am?”
“Well, I might have a better idea if I could feel your magic. Would you mind casting a spell for me?”
“But I don’t know how to cast a spell.”
“How did you do it the other night?”
“I don’t know. It’s not like I meant to. I just didn’t want to see Conor fall in the fish pool because somebody tied his shoes together.”
I take back what I said earlier about not being mad at Russ anymore. I was still plenty pissed. Now that I was thinking about it again. I glared at Russ and he rolled his eyes at me.
His dad questioned us with a look but didn’t actually ask. “So you were just concentrating—wishing something to happen? Why don’t you try that now?”
“Sure,” I said. “Should I wish Russ into a toad?”
Russ smirked. “Hoping you’d have to kiss me to break the spell?”
“A rock then,” I snapped. “Because I’d love nothing more than to throw you in the lake right now!”
Russ opened his mouth to retort, but before he could get a word in he was suddenly flying through the air and made a giant splash deep in the middle of the lake.
When I realized what had happened I clasped my hands over my mouth. Russ’s dad was staring at me with astonishment. “I’m so sorry!” I said. “I didn’t mean to!” I turned around and ran out to the shore. “Russ!” I couldn’t see him anywhere. “Russ!”
“Feel
“What?” Russ and I asked together.
“Since the beginning of time witches and warlocks have been natural enemies. There’s something in our chemical makeup that makes us so. Some say it’s because a warlock’s magic comes from demons and is therefore a form of dark magic, and a witch’s power comes from the Creator and is a magic of light. Others believe it’s because if a witch and a warlock ever mated their offspring would be far too powerful. It’s nature’s way of maintaining balance. It’s called a blood feud.”
“Well that explains Clara,” Russ grumbled and his dad laughed.
I was lost. “Who’s Clara?”
“Just an old friend of the family,” Alex said lightly.
“Your friend. Not mine.”
“And the only witch Russ knows who is his own age.”
“That’s witch with a capital B,” Russ clarified. “But I know Dani too.” He grinned at me. “Maybe you’re, like, a good witch.”
“I don’t think she’s a witch.”
“What else could she be? She cast a spell. I was there. I saw her do it.”
I couldn’t believe I was sitting there watching the two of them argue over what kind of supernatural species I was. The moment was beyond surreal.
“Yes, a time-stopping spell.” Alex eyed me with fascination. “And without any training. Even I couldn’t cast a spell that powerful without using an incantation.”
“So she’s an anomaly,” Russ suggested. “They’re always more powerful and it could explain why she doesn’t repel us.”
I could tell he liked the idea very much. “That’s a possibility.”
“What’s an anomaly?” I asked.
Russ grinned at me. “Supernatural awesomeness.”
I wanted to stay angry and afraid, but with Russ and his dad being so casual about it I was quickly getting over myself. I finally cracked my first smile in days. “That’s helpful.”
I looked to Russ’s dad for a real explanation. “An anomaly,” he said, sounding like a college professor, “is a genetic mutation within the supernatural race.”
“I’m a supernatural mutant?” That sucked. “I take it back. I think I like Russ’s definition better.”
Alex smiled. “They’re still supernaturals like the rest of us, but somewhere within their genetics there is a mutation that makes them slightly different. You wouldn’t be able to tell by looking at them, but they are almost always more powerful and can break the rules. For instance, a witch who can cast spells without potions or incantations, or vampire who can come into contact with direct sunlight.”
“Okay, so how do we find out if that’s what I am?”
“Well, I might have a better idea if I could feel your magic. Would you mind casting a spell for me?”
“But I don’t know how to cast a spell.”
“How did you do it the other night?”
“I don’t know. It’s not like I meant to. I just didn’t want to see Conor fall in the fish pool because somebody tied his shoes together.”
I take back what I said earlier about not being mad at Russ anymore. I was still plenty pissed. Now that I was thinking about it again. I glared at Russ and he rolled his eyes at me.
His dad questioned us with a look but didn’t actually ask. “So you were just concentrating—wishing something to happen? Why don’t you try that now?”
“Sure,” I said. “Should I wish Russ into a toad?”
Russ smirked. “Hoping you’d have to kiss me to break the spell?”
“A rock then,” I snapped. “Because I’d love nothing more than to throw you in the lake right now!”
Russ opened his mouth to retort, but before he could get a word in he was suddenly flying through the air and made a giant splash deep in the middle of the lake.
When I realized what had happened I clasped my hands over my mouth. Russ’s dad was staring at me with astonishment. “I’m so sorry!” I said. “I didn’t mean to!” I turned around and ran out to the shore. “Russ!” I couldn’t see him anywhere. “Russ!”
“Feel
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