So on Wednesday we finally dealt with the witches in town. Since Mal and I knew who they were we did a little more research in the morning on witches. We also found some interesting stuff about revealing a star. Creatures with enhanced senses can actually smell them and there is an easy component ritual you can cast. According to Mal while my mother is a blue star, based on what he could smell and the book we found, I really am only a white star. I just don’t burn as brightly as she does. I’m not sure how I feel about that just yet, should I be ashamed I’m that bad of a star or should I be rejoicing?
After grabbing Mal’s new combat bow we went to Whitewood’s to figure out what to do about the witches. Whitewood wouldn’t listen at all when Mal and I explained it was the wyrd sisters. He kept going on about how it couldn’t be them he knew they were dead, I reminded him when he kept saying this couldn’t possible be the moon prince either but he never trusts me. Regardless, Mal, Whitewood and I schemed to catch the witches so we could get information out of them. Mal found a spell that puts witches to sleep, either a large area or one at a time if you can make eye contact. I would have preferred not to run the risk of doing the whole town but we didn’t have a choice. I tricked Trixie to the park and then Mal under a little glamour to look like a much scarier vampire ‘attacked’ us. It worked she screamed and I mean screamed it echoed around the entire town before we took off into the woods. Trixie tried to curse Mal but I kept her talking long enough that she didn’t get the chance. Then three pillars of green flame shot up around us and Kendra, Lorelei and Arien stepped out. They tried to ash Mal but I got the spell to knock them out off before they succeeded. Mal wasn’t happy but at least he was alive, well as alive as he can get.
Whitewood kinda….absorbed their power, the wyrd sisters’ not Trixie’s, and then believed us about the wyrd sister’s being in town. Mal and I were safe because we had a vial of his blood around our neck. Seriously he’s the biggest drama queen over a little needle and a little blood being pulled. So we took the four unconscious witches to the Boutin House and waited it out until the woke up. Of all the things to be thinking about Trixie was worried about being late for school. Mal trailed her all day and made sure she came back that night. I spent the day dealing with the sisters. I might have played a bit dirty to get rid of them, but I got them to tell me where the ritual to get rid of the moon prince was, leave town and I may have gained a new house in the process. Granted I have to take care of Kendra’s old cat, Selena, and at some point figure out what happened to their parents. It was still a deal worth making, I just have to talk Daddy into keeping the stores open though. Right now 5 magical building in and out of town are counting me as their owner and I’m not ready for that. After that they just left, seriously walked out of town and didn’t look back.
I went to feed Selena and bring her with me, Mal was there by the time I got back. Can you believe both Mal and Whitewood gave me crap for thinking about taking care of the old familiar myself. Apparently because she’s not some designer pet I’m not suppose to enjoy scratching her ears and letting her keep my feet warm. How shallow of them, she’s an old homeless cat of course I’ll take care of her.
I tried to talk to Trixie but it turned into a huge verbal fight, she started her usual trash talk and I almost lost it big. I restrained it enough to only slap her and…maybe…smash her phone…not my best moment. I gave up on her and I know Mal talked to her a little longer but I wasn’t going to try again. If she wanted to walk to the Moon Prince and say ‘Hey are you evil’ it was her funeral. In the morning, Trixie came downstairs just after me at sunrise and she’d been crying. I don’t know exactly what happened last night just that there are a lot of smashed component jars upstairs. Whatever changed her mind she’s willing to listen and work with us to stop the end of the world. It would be good to not lose my friend over this nasty business.
Oh and Whitewood jumped his magic to 35% without permission…that’s going to come back and bite us.