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“Good.”
Grabbing her dagger and the bag of supplies someone packed for them, she began gathering everything she needed.
“What are you doing?” he questioned.
She ignored him, slicing the blade across her palm.
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LECTURE NOTES FROM REALM RULES & METHODOLOGY:
Forbidden spellwork includes, but is not limited to, Astral Projection, Cloaking Spells, Illusion Spells, Multiplicity Spells, Resurrection Spells, Torture Spells, Love Spells, Possession Spells, Memory Spells, and Wisdom Spells. These will not be taught in your Spellcasting and Curation course, rather discussed.
One moment, she was in the carriage, and the next she was in her old room at the townhouse. Her body felt exactly the same, despite being a tad translucent. But it was unsettling how her footsteps left no sound—almost as unsettling as the scrunched-up faces peering back at her; twin faces with blood-red eyes and moon-white skin.
“Mira, Mona, hi. Sorry to barge in like this.”
“It’s Mina.”
“And Mora.” Their high-pitched voices sounded exactly the same too.
Mina continued, “Please don’t tell me you’ve died and come back to haunt this room. I can’t deal with another ghost.” She moved, stomping toward the wardrobe.
“What are you doing?” Mora barked at Mina.
Mina spun and spat, “Packing. I’m moving across the hall. You’re welcome to stay here … with thatthing.”
“Excuse me?” Thessa interrupted.
“Do ghosts usually talk?” Mina questioned Mora.
“Mostly in moans or riddles, so this is peculiar.”
Thessa was shaking her head. “I’m not a ghost.”
Mina sighed. “Poor thing is still in denial. She can find some other witch to help her cross over because it’s not going to be me.” She whirled around from her wardrobe with a bundle of clothes in her arms before waddling out of the room.
Thessa was two steps from stopping her until she stopped herself. Let them think she was some trapped spirit, she figured that would take care of one problem.
When Mina disappeared, Thessa turned to see Mora flipping through her grimoire and snuck a look.
Goddess.
“While you decide which Banishing Spell to try, may I ask if Noam and Rhetter still live in the other townhouse?”
Mora’s red eyes flicked up to hers, along with a bright, red glow on her cheeks.
Thessa smiled. “Are you sleeping with one of them or both?”
Mora’s eyes widened before scanning the page once more. Her finger moved faster, as if in a desperate hurry to memorize the spell.
Thessa laughed before leaving her old bedroom.
Stepping down the townhouse stairs felt nostalgic, although the absence of smells she missed. As much as she loathed the angry chef, her breads and pies were delightful.
Thessa wished pie making would channel her unrelenting thoughts the same way a hammer had. Baking only angered her. Some souls were simply not meant to combine milk, sugar, and butter.
Crossing through the shared dining hall, she ignored the witches staring her way. There were more than a few gasps, and lingering comments.