Chapter 7

Winnie sat at the library’s large table working on a math assignment when Betty joined her. The black-haired girl blew out some air as she sat down next to her BFF. “I’m not sure if I’ll ever get the chance to finish everything on time. It’s like every teacher is cramming as much work as possible before the end of the semester.”

Winnie sighed while she kept on working on her task. “I know. I’m glad it’s our last year.”

“Uh huh,” Betty affirmed, “at least we know it will end, eventually.”

“And Frankie is smart enough to stay away from us.”

“It only has been two days,” Betty replied, “which is great, don’t get me wrong though.”

“I know,” Winnie said as she closed her books. “So, your parents know you’re going to have dinner with us?”

Betty nodded while she nervously tapped her pencil on the table. “I told them you’re going to help me with economics.”

Winnie gently put her hand on Betty’s to stop the noise she was making. “Don’t worry. Nana knows what she’s doing.”

“But what if it fails?”

Winnie chuckled. “Better ask yourself what if we succeed. Who is going to teach you? And what about your parents?”

Betty gasped. “Maybe we shouldn’t do it,” she said meekly.

Winnie shook her head. “It’s your birth right,” she said softly, “and Nana told me you are very special.”

“Oh my god,” Betty whispered, “I’m scared Winnie. What if my parents don’t accept me after I’ve changed?”

“Nana has informed the supernatural society already,” Winnie informed her friend, “They are eager to help you to settle with your parents.”

“She did what?” Squeaked Betty.

“Hey,” Winnie said soothingly. “It’s perfectly normal; the society always receives information of the newly awakened.”

“Oh okay,” Betty said with a small voice.

Winnie squeezed Betty’s hand as she said, “Trust me. It’s going to be okay.”

Her BFF nodded. “I know, but it’s just, I don’t know, like, if you’re going swimming for the first time.”

Winnie giggled. “Yeah! We’ll throw you into the deep end of the pool.”

Betty rolled her eyes. “I knew you were going to say that.”

“Come,” said Winnie as she looked at her phone. “Next class is in five minutes.”

Frankie poked with his fork at the plate of food in front of him. Somehow the school’s lunch wasn’t that appetizing. He had tried a few spoonful’s, but it tasted off as if it had been prepared a week ago.

He sighed when a few classmates joined his table. He rather wanted to be left alone but he knew they were keen to join him because of his popularity at school.

Normally, he would’ve liked the attention especially when a few chicks decided to spend their lunch with the group. He dreaded the fact that it was quite common that one of the girls would sit right next to him. Normally, he wouldn’t mind feeling a warm leg unintentionally touching him but lately it made him feel uncomfortable.

He cursed softly when the pretty blonde girl, Helen, joined him and promptly draped her voluptuous body next to him on the bench. Her smile was naughty when she said huskily, “Hey Frankie, it looks like you need to be cheered up.”

He shuddered when he heard her seductive tone. It actually urged him to move away from her. His stomach churned as he remembered how he had secretly fucked her in the women’s changing room. The image of her well-rounded ass he’d rammed into her was truly nauseating. He retched and desperately climbed off the bench.

“I don’t feel well,” he managed to utter before he rushed away, trying to get as far away as possible from his classmates.

“Frankie,” Helen shouted as she tried to follow him. “What is wrong with you?”

By now, he would have used a spell to make her stop following him but this time he had no choice other than to deal with her, knowing it would definitely end their one sided friendship. He stopped and turned to the beautiful girl. “Just leave me the fuck alone!” he spat.

She gasped because of his raw answer. The shocked expression on her pretty face instantly contorted into a rage while she screamed, “Fuck you, Frankie! Don’t you ever dare to talk to me, asshole!”

With that said she turned and strutted away from him.

Frankie sighed with relief because the nauseating feeling instantly subsided. Slowly he shook his head while he wondered what was happening to him. Suddenly it dawned on him; his misery was because of Winnie’s curse! He howled while he banged his fists on the wall and screamed hoarsely, “You fucking bitch!”

Betty’s hands trembled a little when she opened the passenger door of Winnie’s car. She was about to become a witch. She had asked her BFF several times what Nana had planned but Winnie had refused to reveal anything about the ritual. According to Winnie, it was way too complex to explain. She thought it was a lame excuse but knew she had to trust her amazing friend.

“Are you nervous?” Winnie asked while she hugged her from behind.

“A little bit.”

“You’re a bad liar,” Winnie whispered and pressed her soft lips onto her neck. Betty sighed while she allowed herself to lean into Winnie’s soft breasts.

“Let’s go,” Winnie said softly as she gently patted Betty’s flat stomach, “Nana is waiting for us.”

Betty turned and briefly pressed her lips onto Winnie’s mouth and as she grabbed her BFF’s hand she said, “Can’t wait to become a witch.”

Winnie’s laugh was happy. “You don’t want to know how happy I am that you’ll become a witch as well.”

Betty opened the cottage door and said with deference, “After you my dear.”

As soon as the two girls stepped into Nana’s cozy living room their frivolous mood was forgotten in a split second. The room had gone through a drastic change.

All the furniture was moved aside and on every possible surface stood a lit candle that gave the room a medieval vibe.

Nana’s bed was covered with a glistening bedspread that had several circles embroidered with golden threads.

Nana had herself positioned against the headboard, wearing a silvery gown that glistened in the many candles’ lights.

“Welcome, Betty,” she said with a remarkable strong voice, “It is time to give you your rightful place in the supernatural society.”

“Thank you, Nana,” she replied subdued, “I’m looking forward to becoming a witch.”

“Good,” the old lady said, “let’s prepare you for the ritual. The first thing you need to understand is that any piece of fabric between you and the flow might cause a disturbance.”

Betty nodded. “I’d figured that much.”

“Let me help you,” Winnie said softly.

“Actually,” Nana spoke up, “I want you to set your mind on the exercise we did yesterday.”

“Oh, okay,” Winnie said surprised, remembering exactly what she had done last night. It was a spell to contain a cup of water in a globe of energy that wasn’t difficult at all. The hard part was when she had to move the globe to the raging fireplace. At first it seemed easy but as soon as the water started to boil it became harder to contain it.

Right at the moment she thought she couldn’t keep it together she was allowed to create a small opening on top of the globe. The first time she attempted to make an opening it was far too big and all the build up steam and water blasted out, straight through the chimney. There was still a cloud of hot ashes that billowed into the living room but luckily Nana had anticipated Winnie’s failure and with a flick of her hand it disappeared.

Only after several attempts, Winnie managed to gain much better control over the sphere of boiling water. The biggest challenge was to pour the water in two cups for a well-earned cup of tea.

Winnie had no idea what Nana had planned but she concentrated and willed the globe into existence.

“Oh wow,” Betty said in awe while she stepped out of her undies. “That looks amazing.”

“Excellent,” Nana said cheerfully and then addressed the now naked girl, “Betty, my dear, if you would lie down on your back in the middle of the circle, with your head towards me.”

Without any hesitation the black-haired girl crawled onto the mattress and positioned herself as Nana had instructed. Nana soothingly stroked through Betty’s black curls as she said, “Relax, my sweet girl and let it just happen. I’ll guide you through the steps we need to take.”

Betty tried to look into Nana’s eyes as she asked meekly, “Will it hurt?”

The old lady slowly shook her head, “It will be an exhilarating experience, I promise. Now, close your eyes and allow yourself to become a witch.”

Betty blew out some air, trying to get rid of her nerves and whispered, “I’m ready.”

With a trembling hand Nana reached into her pocket and carefully got hold of a small glass ampule. Its strange green blue light gave the room an eerie glow and as she showed it to Winnie she said, “This vial contains the power of many witches. I’m sure you can guess what your part in the ritual will be.”

Winnie gasped softly. Hoping that Betty didn’t hear her sudden anxiety in her voice she asked, “Are you sure I can contain that much power?”

“Winnie my dear,” she responded soothingly. “What you did yesterday was at least ten times more difficult. The only precarious moment is when you break the capsule. It’s the sudden release of power that might surprise you. But as long as you know how to control the expansion, you’re okay.”

Winnie remembered the sudden build up when the water started to boil in the sphere. It took her a fraction of a second to adjust her grip at the globe. “Alright,” she said as she opened the silvery globe she had created. “Let’s do it.”

Nana placed the glass tube into the shimmering sphere and explained to her great granddaughter, “The vial has a weak spot and if you carefully push the top into the vial it will break.”

Winnie closed the sphere, which now emitted a bright green blue light. She could see the contour of the glass vial and slowly she changed the form of her container by exerting pressure at the narrow top of the vial.

“Careful now,” warned Nana. “It will go at any moment.”

Just after Nana said the words the glass shattered into a thousand pieces and the enormous power exploded into the contained space. Winnie squeaked but she managed to keep her sphere intact. It had grown to a larger globe, the size of a volleyball. Nana was right; the pressure was certainly not higher than the boiling water, but it felt as if the swirling mass was trying to find a weak spot by probing the globe at different places. It didn’t bother her in the slightest and she felt completely in control.