Mathilda, SuperWitch (Mathilda's Book of Shadows #1)(10)

Rest of night dreamy as Aidan was gentleman to Mavis and other once alarming coven members he met at tasting party, funny and charming to Lucy and boyfriend and all around perfect date (as was clearly date – yay!).

Peculiar feeling of being all tingly because was really happy (forgot how it felt!) that all the hard work and my vision were to be appreciated and…

Then everyone started to get very excited as New Year was coming and ten, nine, eight…

And all of a sudden I was kissing Aidan (oh my and yowza) and then…

Aidan backed off looking really annoyed and all of a sudden there was Sebastian.

And then… (bah!)…

Sebastian kissed me!!!!

Ack!

Not the yowza kiss of Aidan, instead, brushed his lips against mine and then leaned in and semi-whispered, “Happy New Year,” in my ear.

And then he was gone.

Can you believe?

(Must admit, lips all tingly and not sure if it was from intense-plumber-kiss but may have been from whisper-soft-bodyguard kiss but don’t know… hmm.)

Later, during girlie bathroom break, Lucy said this:

“What was that all about?”

As am woman and women speak the same language, I knew what she was talking about without asking but she explained anyway.

“One second your snogging Sexy Posh Sawyer, the next George Clooney-slash-Colin Firth is having a go…”

I replied, “George Clooney-slash-Colin-Firth? Hardly! More like Russell Crowe-slash-Sean Connery as is arrogance on top of arrogance.”

Then Lucy and I had very long, intense discussion about this when decided Sebastian was Clooney Ocean’s Eleven (for the dash, wardrobe and sexy glower), Crowe Gladiator (for the brood, deep voice and taciturn communication style) and Firth Pride and Prejudice (for the arrogance, height and, as Lucy put it, “Lanky-‘Piss-off-all-you-little-people’-walk”… mm).

Back to Aidan who persevered regardless of bad mannered bodyguard. He put Auntie and I in a taxi and said he’d be back for an oatmeal cookie. (Yay!)

Nearly floated home – may have new boyfriend, definitely have new girlfriend, proved Wesley wrong and The Witches Dozen is out there and we were soon gonna kick ass and take names.

Arrived in rooms all blushing and happy…

Only to see Sebastian sitting (more like lounging nonchalantly for all the world like he lived there!) on my couch.

He stood up and announced, “I don’t trust the plumber.”

And walked out of the room.

The f**king cheek.

Haven’t seen him since.

May ask for different bodyguard as Sebastian is most provoking.

4 January

Boy is here! Boy is here!

Oh wait, must go serve him…

* * * * *

Later:

Boy came into The Witches Dozen with his Mom (she looked like hell, all shadows-under-eyes, gray skin and tousled clothes like she picked them up off the floor, bleh!).

He ordered hot cocoa and one of my Giganto Chocolate Chip Cookies (excellent choice).

I watched as he took a bite and his eyes got really round and happy (pleased with myself for that one), so I said from behind the counter as if just happened to notice his reaction,

“You like that? You should taste my M&M cookies. Come back tomorrow and I’ll make you some.”

His Mom smiled one of those mother thank-you-for-being-nice-to-my-offspring smiles and bent over and kissed his hair.

Bitch.

Lucy whispered, “M&M’s aren’t on the schedule for tomorrow.”

I said, “They are now.”

Must go to Tesco for M&M’s.

Very Much Later - near 5 January!:

Am in Tower Room trying to scry but it isn’t working. Having serious troubles with divination… no visions since my first came after finding out I was a witch.

Very annoying.

Very much want to look into boy’s house but can’t seem to focus.

Am doing it on the sly as Mavis has been pretty clear I’m not allowed to try scrying until I’ve had more practice with her around. Last time accidentally hooked into the radio studio during airing of BBC4’s Today program and didn’t realize I’d beamed myself in. I think I scared the bejeezus out of John Humphries as he lost track during browbeating some poor Red Cross person when I said, “Let him finish, you pompous ass.” Sebastian heard it over the radio. I got in trouble. I didn’t mean to astral project myself. It really pissed off Sebastian as he said it was hard enough looking after my physical self but would be impossible to protect astral self if I went around astral travelling as an amateur. Amateur! Am I The Chosen One or not?

5 January

Boy came in.

His name is Rory McShane and he likes M&M cookies.

He likes them a lot.

He has a dog named Cosmo (knew that already but pretended I didn’t).

He is eight years old.

He isn’t sure that he’ll like peanut butter cookies but he said he’d stop by and try them sometime (this after carefully glancing at even less together than yesterday Bitch-Mom-from-Hell).

Tried while making a double espresso with room for cream to focus on him but got his Mom instead (!). She was on phone sounding very pleading while crying.

She’s a total mess.

Maybe should give up attempts at magical intervention and call Social Services.