Witch way

Chapter 8 dad comes back

Harper's eyes slowly opened as she felt the groggy fog of her hangover hit her. She swung her legs off the bed and held her head between her knees. Ugh. She looked at her phone on the bedside table as it flashed at 9:05 am. She had about 3 hours of sleep, and she felt it, but having a day off was not like her. She urged herself up and slumped over to the door.

Her mum was sitting staring out the window with a large cup of coffee in her hands. Harper went to the coffee pot and poured herself a cup as her mum switched her gaze to her.

"You were back extremely late" her mum blurted out.

Harper bent into the fridge she had opened.

" yeah weird"

"Where did you go? What happened?"

Harper did not have the time or capacity to answer these questions.

"I just went bar hopping with Lianne."

"Oh, how is she?"

"She's good, still with Jake. They're both doing great."

"Oh, they're so good together."

Harper swilled the milk into her coffee and stayed silent.

"So bar hopping all night?"

Harper hated this. Her mum was just able to know. She couldn't explain it, but she just knew. Mum's intuition?

" yes"

" Any... interactions?"

Harper spun on her heels and stared at her mum.

"What with the interrogation?"

Harper's mum started to speak, then caught herself. She sipped her coffee and looked back out the window.

"I just thought you might have enjoyed a drink or time with someone..."

Harper's mind flashed to the dean and her in the clearing. She shook her head.

"Oh so, there?" her mum it

Again, she hated it when she did that, like she had almost read her mind. Hopefully, she didn't because it was obscene.

"It was a weird night", Harper sighed and slammed the fridge door.

"how so?"

"It was just okay!"

Harper took her coffee and ran to her room. She sat on her bed and picked up her book and returned to the chapter she was on.

When working with witchcraft, it is said that you need to be careful with what your imagination can conjure up. I know that the way you make spellwork happen is with intention and craft. Writing and casting spells makes a world of difference to how you can conjure magic and belief. With all things magical, we know that the realms of the unknown are sublime. It is in our best interest to stay protected using our power. Start off by using this protection method and conjuring up meetings with influential people in real life.

Write the name of the person

The time you wish to meet them

write 333

Place under a candle and light with sage around.

All these items can be found at your local witchery or herbs in natural settings.

Harper felt weird about this, but she thought why not give it a go? She downed her coffee, pulled jeans and a hoody on and searched for the nearest witch-type retail unit near her. It was about a 15-minute walk, so she decided to grab some breakfast and head down to the shop. The fresh air could rid her of this hangover fog. she pulled her trainers on and went to head out the door.

"I'll see you later" she shouted back to her mum.

She meandered through the bustling streets and walked into her local deli. A bagel and another coffee later, and she looked at her map, following the path towards the store. She recollected what actually happened that night, and whether her whole interaction was real or just a drunken dream. But her mind flooded with Dean's physical touch and how he had felt inside of her. She shook her head as if to erase the thoughts and focused on her destination.

She found the shop, and it had been shoved away down a little alley. It looked old and well-worn, but it had a white aura that she could almost see around it. It's strange she had never seen auras before. This was new. She walked into the front and a sweet chime came out the top of the door to announce her entrance. The shop smelled of smoke and had all sorts in it. Crystals, chicken feet, wind chimes, dream catchers, incense. The shop looked like it came straight out of a storybook. Harper had never been into story books, so she was a little uneasy, but she felt that pulling power again that she had felt with She looked around and found the candles and sage. She flicked through the bunch, unsure what she should get, and found herself picking up a small bunch of sage. Surely this would do? She looked around for some person to give her some guidance and as she scanned the shop her eyes fell on a large wolfskin overcoat. She walked up to it and stroked it. It felt warm and fuzzy and smelt kind of like... dean? It had a woody odor, like a forest fire, but deep and sweet as well.

"Found anything?"

A voice from behind her made Harper jump. She spun round, and the same woman in th flowery dress from the bookstore was behind her.

" i... um…" Harpe stammered

"Speak up." the woman said abruptly.

"I'm looking for sage and candles, and I'm not sure what to get or what is enough?" Harper spoke clearly with no fear. Odd for her in this place.

" That is the perfect amount. You have good intuition. The candles I would recommend for you would be green ones though, not those white ones. They will work better for what you're aiming for."

" How do you know?"

"I saw you coming in the book store, And today,. It is the part of your path where we met, and I taught you. Your grandmother had the same path". She whirled around and walked to behind the counter

"My grandmother?" Harper quizzed.

"Yes. She knew this shop well. I knew her well. Before she left for the new space, taking her mother with her, I didn't see her again until her funeral. I saw you there though. You were a lot smaller. You grew up well. You're beautiful".

Harper felt confused but walked over to the counter. and had stared at the woman but failed to remember when she had ever seen her.

"How well did you know my grandmother?"

" Very well. We worked together for a while. Powerful, very powerful. A force to be reckoned with. I was a tiny bit jealous, I admit. She was beautiful and stern like you. I actually taught her to soften up because her greatest power was kindness. When we met as teenagers she was angry at the world and used a lot of her will for bad and had it come back negatively. I taught her to change her intention and a lot of things came through. That is why I believe we are meeting now. You are on the same path."

Harper was shocked. She never really knew her grandmother as she died when she was just 4. She just knew her as this tall and slender woman with a stern but kind smile. She did remember her presence being authoritative, but she didn't speak much.

"So what am I doing?" Harper asked the lady.

" The same as her. You're crafting dark magic to come back to you. It's having negative effects and has the why you are not living the best life. Unlike your sisters, but they are different. I must admit you are a little more powerful than them. Don't tell them that, but you always have been."

The woman wrapped her items in newspaper and pulled a card machine out. Harper scoffed. The woman looked at her. "It's still a modern day and age. I mix both worlds."

Harper tapped her card and the woman passed her bag over

"What do I do now?" Harper asked.

" Study, start off small, then grow. As your power and knowledge grow, so will you."

Harper nodded and slowly went to walk out the door.

" How was the bear?"

She turned, shocked at what she said, scared about what she knew.

" he... he was... strange"

"Keep an eye on him. You guys will be powerful together. I'll see you soon."

Harper still felt dazed. She walked back home and popped into the apartment. She thought carefully about who she should conjure up, and then it hit her, someone who she would never in a million years think of seeing. She wrote her father's name and the numbers and today's date on the paper, which she knew would be near impossible to conjure up.

She lit the candle, did some sage, felt entirely weird and then walked into the kitchen to have lunch with her mum.

" So this guy?" her mum remarked, pushing the coleslaw around her plate.

"Mum, please stop?"

" Is he cute, at least is?"

Harper couldn't help but smirk at her attempts.

" Ahh he is!" her mum smirked back.

They did not giggle together and Harper shook her head.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Odd for a Sunday afternoon. Harper jumped up and walked to the front door and swung it open.

And stood there right in front of her, the man she hadn't seen for years. Her dad.