“Here they come, here they come!” I squealed, as the bus stopped in front of the house.
Seymour and Brandt chuckled at my excitement, as I eagerly picked up our new puppy and waited for the kids to meet the newest Darling.
Their reactions did not disappoint! They cheered in disbelief as I was almost robbed from my puppy privileges.
I sat down on the ground in front of Seymour and Brandt, and continued our prior conversation, as the children enthusiastically played with the new puppy, who we all agreed we’d name Misfit.
Every since Seymour and I had our last fight, he’s been very neurotic about Brandt being alone with me. Brandt came over to explain to Seymour that the reason we went out together, was because I was worried about where Seymour was, and he bought me a drink to get my mind off of it. Sure, he skipped the part where he intensely flirted with me, but I thought that would only make things worse.
Although the children laughing and playing in the background made the mood very nonchalant and casual, I still believe Seymour got the closure he needed to let it go.
When our talk was over, I took some time to watch the kids play and laugh. Misfit was a perfect distraction to get Salem outside and smiling.
I couldn’t help but be so proud to see my daughter sitting in the grass, with the earth beneath her toes, being one with the outdoors!
Although I’ve had a lot of personal issues lately, I sucked it up to help out a friend. I promised Kizzie I’d find a way to help her and her girlfriend find a way to conceive a baby of their very own, and I was determined to make that happen.
I spent pretty much the entire Spring reading, experimenting, and brewing potions to come up with the perfect spell. I’ve been neglecting the shop lately, but luckily my husband was always there to take over.
The day finally came and I was almost ready to perform this spell. All I needed to do was to brush up on the little details, or as some would say, the fine print.
….And with every gift comes a price.
“I don’t think I can do it, Kizzie.” I mumbled, as we lounged in our bathing suits at the beach on a warm spring day.
“Seriously? After all of this, you’re just now telling me it’s not possible? Last week you sounded pretty damn confident that you could make it happen.” She argued.
“I can do it, and it is possible…There are just… conditions. ” I said.
“Well, one condition. It’s a pretty big one though.”
“What is it?”
“Let’s go for a swim.” I stood up and started walking.
Kizzie jumped up to catch up with me, I could tell she was getting a little frustrated.
“Kirsten, what is it? I’m pretty desperate here…”
“Once I perform the spell on you, you’d be immune to magic. That means magic will no longer work on you… ever.”
“SO What happens if you die too young? Or if you get really sick or hurt and medicine isn’t enough?”
“Hold up! You actually think I’d ever need any of that? Kirsten, other than this baby, I’m perfectly fine living a normal, non-magical life.”
I paused for a second, then shrugged. “I mean are you sure? You never know when something will happen.”
“I’m positive. I made it this far without magic, and I’m fine, right?” She smiled.
“Okay then! If you’re fine with that, then I guess there’s no reason why I can’t do it!”
“Yes, I’m totally fine with that!”
“Perfect! When do you want to get started?”
“I’m not really in too much of a hurry. Whatever time it works for you.”
“Okay! I know. How about when the kids go off to school in the Fall? Then I won’t have them getting in the way.”
“Sounds perfect, Fall it is.”
“Cool! Can we swim now?”
Appaloosa Plains welcomed summer with pouring rain. Ethan and Jocelyn had just build a tree-house in their backyard, and since then, Salem has practically lived there, along with the other little girls in town.
Since Salem was gone, I decided on the perfect time to talk to Yellow about something very, very important.
“Yellow. Your father and I are very proud of the little gentleman you have become.” I began. “You’re a very good little boy, and we have decided that we want to make you heir!” I squealed.
Yellow gasped loudly. “You mean it? You mean I’m the heir?!”
“Well, almost. Mommy really wants you to work really, really hard to develop your magic abilities. We know your heart is good, and you’re the best decision for the place of the heir, but Salem’s skills are very precise, and we need you to follow in her footsteps, then you can be the heir, deal?”
“Yes, Mommy! I promise I’ll work really really hard in bewitchment school this year!”
In that moment, my son had made me so proud of him. I was almost certain he was the right choice.
“We’re proud of you, kiddo.” Seymour chimed in.
“And we want you to have this.” He said, handing over a bright sun-shaped stone.
“This, this is a Sunstone, honey. Your mother found it, and I shaped it. We want you to have it.” Seymour smiled.
“It’s beautiful dad!”
Suddenly, we heard the barn door open…
“Well, well, well… Looks like I’m late to the family pow-wow!” Salem sniped, standing angrily with her hands on her hips.
“Salem.. Hi. You weren’t home, and-“
“And you decided that it was the perfect time to make him heir without me knowing about it?” She interrupted.
“Honey, don’t be mad… We have our reasons.”
“Oh zip it, Kirsten!”
“Excuse me?” I growled. “I am your mother!”
“Hmm. We won’t get into that discussion right now.”
“And you! What makes you think you’d ever make a good heir?! You can barely ride a broom without losing power for crying out loud!”
“I don’t know what any of you were thinking. Whatever, I don’t have time for this. We’ll see who’s suited to be the better heir when we’re older!” Salem shouted, stomping away into the rain.
Seymour was extremely angry.
“I can’t believe she acted like that!” He shouted.
“Now honey, be calm. I’ll go talk to her, you stay right here with Yellow, okay?”
But just as soon as I walked out of the barn, my phone rang from my pocket, it was my mother.
“Mom! Your timing is perfect! You won’t believe the drama your grand-daughter is creating!” I laughed.
But the mood changed quickly when she told me the reason for her phone call.
“What? Are you sure?” No…”
Morgana called to inform me, that last night, at 11:46 PM, my father took his last breath.
Rest in Peace, Connor Frio.