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Jess surprised me with the contents of her large, wheeled suitcase, as I watched her make up my dream aid. Filled with an assortment of herbs, stones, resins, plants, amongst unexplainable items, its size outshone her clothes holdall by miles. I’d no idea before then just how much Jess studied the art of witchcraft, had always imagined it to be more of a hobby.
“Done,” she said, waving the small bundle.
To wear me out, we headed off to hunt for the boys. When I suggested splitting into three groups of two to cover more ground, Connor’s and Nathan’s responses suggested they both considered me something of a loose cannon—which meant Ethan got to leave in his truck, with Jess and Beth as his eyes, while I ended up squashed between a couple of bears.
We all had our mobiles, with strict
