“Yes… Hi, my name is Demetria Grove.” Demetria said, she explained the story of ‘how her phone was stolen, or lost, after a long night out, blah blah blah…’ the call center agent was not having any of it. They blatantly refused to help, after speaking for over an hour, she became fed up. “My name is Demetria Grove and I compel you to give me the address of the last place my phone was at!” She hypnotized the call agent, “Yes, miss Grove. The last place your phones reception pinged was at 121 Woodward Avenue, New Orleans.” “Good” she said, writing it down “now you will forget that you spoke to me!” She compelled again, she ended the call and raised the note up to her siblings. Given the time in the morning they had arrived, the six of them were exhausted. Adawulf searched for a witch friendl
