Mathilda, SuperWitch (Mathilda's Book of Shadows #1)(3)
I’d never heard of him before so I was looking at him for signs of inherited Mavis traits as he could be secret love child (and thus related to me which would be disappointing). He handed me his mobile phone (which, by the looks of it, he stole from James Bond) and told me to call Mavis… bleh!
Ack!
Ack!
Wait! Wait!
Must… talk… to… aunt…
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Later:
Had scary flashes of lights happening in eyes and lightheadedness. Went to talk to Mavis and she told me I was having a vision and to go with it (she was very excited).
Found out (‘cause saw it in very own head!) that urgent business that took her away from meeting me at airport was her waylaying baddies who knew I was coming to England and so were going to try and get me.
Further knowledge sharing included information that Sebastian was member of millennia old secret society and currently assigned as my very own personal bodyguard. He’s been watching me since I arrived in the UK.
Hand hurts.
Head hurts.
Baddies after me.
Need drink.
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7 November
I’m still alive which feel is a good sign.
Designing interior of café with person (Wesley, bleh!) who doesn’t understand my, “I want it to look Steven Tyler-rock-‘n’-roll-cool meets Madonna-in-your-face-hip”. Auntie very open about uncertainty re: how she feels about my vision.
Currently in witch training which is very intense with meditation, herb study, chalices, pentacles, cauldron, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.
Coven meeting tonight, a little nervous. Not sure I’m up for dancing na**d in garden (especially since Sebastian is supposed to be watching over me and naked-dancing not my top choice for what I want him to see me doing).
Have talked with Sebastian twice since finding out he is my personal bodyguard. Have also had about twenty thousand Whitney Houston/Kevin Costner themed fantasies since finding out.
First time he came into kitchen while I was having early morning coffee (not fair time to visit anyone).
By the way, he has very sexy walk that starts at h*ps (mm).
He stopped close to where I was sitting at big, battered kitchen table, looked down at me and said, “You know?” (man of few words).
I said, “Yes.”
And then he did a strange thing and gave me a picture of a scary-looking black dragon and said to memorize it and whenever I was in trouble I should think about it and he’d be there.
I thought maybe there should be a beeper number or panic button just in case black-dragon-thinking didn’t work but it didn’t seem I had a choice.
So I did as he told me and looked at it (a lot) and memorized it and the next day he came to the kitchen while I was drinking early morning coffee and stood by big, battered table. looked down at me and said, “Forget about the dragon. Don’t think about the dragon anymore. At all. Ever.” And then he left (somewhat rude, I think).
Auntie Mavis started laughing.
Perhaps too enthusiastic re: dragon-thinking-telepathic-panic messaging practice.
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Please note that things become clear to you when you look back. After picking me up from the airport, when Sebastian took me to his place to wait for Mavis, I was worried I’d see his boxers thrown on floor and dishes not cleaned and beer cans not thrown away. Or worse, very tidy chrome and leather-esque abode. Instead it looked like Indiana Jones’s house from the Raiders of the Lost Ark. Very scholarly, cozy and masculine with books and interesting junk lying about.
He left me there as had something pressing to do (also fighting baddies with aunt?) and upon some (minimal) poking around (anyone would do it), noted he had Vonnegut, Hemingway and Hiaasen but also had three bookshelves dedicated to Arthurian Legend (little scary) lots of stuff on occult (scarier) and had a bowl of stones (now think may have been runes) and other stuff didn’t know what it was until now (crystals, various talismans, etcetera).
Don’t know what his secret society’s name is as is very secret and Mavis says I need to think about harnessing my power and not so much about Off-Limits Sebastian. I say that need something to think about that is pleasant instead of bad guys out there trying to kill me.
She saw my point.
8 November
(Early, early morning)
(Wow)
I was trying to get to sleep in curlicue bed when thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye. Auntie has a gazillion kitties so thought one had come to visit so looked around but no kitty then saw thing again.
Was light and floaty and I started to freak out because I remembered I was being hunted by bad guys and may be bad guy trick so thought of black dragon immediately. Kept going around in circles (now on knees on bed) and trying to see floaty thing and thinking black dragon, black dragon, black dragon and was pointing randomly and pink pixie dust was flying everywhere…
And then thing stopped right in front of me and there she was! A faerie!!!!
She had spiky ears and curly, long, light brown hair and long, long fingers and gossamer wings that sparkled.
Yay! Faeries!
I was so excited I kinda screamed a little bit and the door flew open and then all this lilac and powder-blue pixie dust was all over the place with little explosions of it everywhere and the faerie disappeared.
“A faerie! Faerie, faerie, faerie!” I shouted.
Mavis had come to my rescue and she started running around chanting and so-mote-it-being with me jumping up and down on the bed shouting, “Faerie, faerie… stop it, you’ll hurt the faerie!”