Part 3: The Coven of the Moonlit Grove

“Food is here ladies!” exclaimed Rayven as she stepped into the coven’s living area. Her heels clicked loudly on the tile of the open concept kitchen that dominated the right side of their common space. She set the bag on the counter and then realized how long she had been gone. The food was probably cold.

Rayven scowled and waved her hand over the bag, allowing her eyes to close. The words: Calor, Tepidus, Felgio,” completed her minor spell. The cashew chicken would be warm.

“Excellent,” commented Brielle, one of three of Rayven’s coven-sisters who were in the area. Brielle was sitting on one of the three couches that surrounded a sixty inch TV mounted on one of the walls. The girl was wearing a bulky sweater and tights. She had been scrolling through her phone as the nearly silent Monday Night Football game flickered on the TV.

“Took you long enough,” said Sybil, the second coven-sister in the room. She was a brunette like Rayven but her long hair was tied back and she was wearing a simple tank top and shorts. She got up and was joined by Brielle near the food momentarily. Sybil started taking the multiple containers out of the bag as Brielle grabbed some plates and silverware.

“Cashew chicken. Yummy,” commented Brielle, smiling.

“I have to change and wash my face,” said Rayven. She headed to one of their bathrooms. The one up here was the largest but downstairs, where the girl’s various bedrooms were, there were three more bathrooms. In a building that could house 13 college age girls at one time bathrooms were important.

Across the room, dark haired Thriza looked up from the laptop she was working on and smiled slightly. Her full name, a long time ago, had been Thriza Schmadel. She was the senior member of the Coven of the Moonlit Grove, though she looked like she was about twenty years old. “Rayven, what have you been up to?”