Private Magical Mishaps and Mayhem

At first, Monday had assumed it had just been a fluke that when he was asked to scry for a friend he had located the person in question on the first try. But when it happened again, and he was able to replicate complicated magic spells without any problems... and it was almost a new Moon, he started to become really suspicious that something was going on.

But it wasn't until he began to sense a familiar uneasiness near slow running water, that weird feeling of foreboding he got sometimes when the Never-Ending Sea was near, mixed with the fact that he had started feeling his limbs stiffening up faster than before that he knew, and without a doubt, that something was wrong.

Furthermore, when people started coming into his shop and complaining in hushed whispers about their own magic going awry and that so-and-so's charms were failing, the witch had a sinking feeling that something bad was about to happen.

And so, sending out rushed texts to the witches in his coven to meet somewhere safe and sacred, Monday gathered up Ganymede and took off early the next morning to a place just outside the city. A place where the witches sometimes gathered to do rituals together.


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"Tuesday, Wednesday....!" Monday exclaimed as a surge in relief went through the witch when he saw both girls. Things had been troubling lately with Saturday's and Sunday's sudden disappearance. He low-key worried about the other witches too, especially now.

"I'm so glad of you two could make it," he admitted honestly, much more fidgety at the moment, as he ran his hand through his hair and rocked back and forth on his heels, trying to keep his one curses at bay.

Monday could only nod sadly and in agreement with Tuesday when she confirmed what he had been suspecting all along.

"Wednesday, please let Gany and I drop you off at home. Tuesday and I know your curses, and if they're getting any worse like mine are..." here Monday left the implications hanging as he rubbed his left arm and shook it slightly, feeling it stiffen just a tinge. There was no need to say any more than that. They all knew what would happen if their curses took hold.

"We need to be there to help each other. I'm not sure if our families ever did that, but we can't afford to let what happened to them, happen to us," he added, not entirely sure the old members of the coven were there for each other and that willing to help one another out. His own parents spoke only of the rituals, of their meetings, of the curses, but not too much more than that.