Magic Series: The Witch

The life of a pub has always enthralled me. Dimmed lanterns of warm gold coating the thick walls and tipsy patrons in a faint glow. An ever present hue of warmth that paired well with solicitous ambience and over-filling meals. The joy that would be gleefully roared between swigs of mead, vixens dancing happily as money was thrown towards their barely covered bosoms and the occasional brawl breaking out in between dance breaks and liquor rounds. I’ve always been jealous of those women. Living a life filled with pleasure and mild riches. I would enjoy having a man, hopefully a skilled man, desperate for a taste of me. Not having a care in the world other than filling my pouch with coins and jewels. Most would call it a selfish lifestyle; to only entertain the company of man for the sole purpose of being pleasured and reel in pouches upon pouches of money.I would agree with what most call it. Of course there would be risks.Dealing with those that aren’t skilled in the art of sex a

“Why did you want to talk to us?” Tawny asked. “I’m sure it wasn’t to rant about how jealous you are regarding-”“Jealous?!” Ruzette shrieked, a light shade of pink bloomed on her cheeks. At Tawny’s nod, her pink darken to a bright red. “Why would I be jealous?! I can't believe you would insist on something like that! I'm positive I don't truly seem so!”“Seems like it to me,” Tawny continued with a shrug, “But I’m sure that's not the reason why you asked us to come here.” “Of course it isn't!” Ruzette insisted, “More so since that statement is false, but also because of the rumors I've been hearing. I've heard that-”“Here you go, darlings. Another round of meads and cider.” The wench picked up the empty mugs and replaced them with the full ones. I happily reached over to grab my mug of mead, “I’ll be right back with your food. Cooks almost finished with the buttered potatoes and sandwiches.”Tawny yanked her mug of mead, raising it towards her lips and eagerly gulping down a mouthfu

“I smell sandwiches!” “Dad!” I squealed out with my mouth full. “Papa made me grilled cheese!” “I see. It looks delicious sweetheart.” He ruffled my messy curls. As I tried to dodge his rough tousle, dad turned his attention towards papa. “Do you think papa made dad any?” I grumbled, “I don’t know.” Papa snorted at my comment, swatting dad’s hand away from my hair. He planted a kiss on his sweaty cheek, grumbling in disgust at the feeling. “Tony, your face is covered in sweat.” “Don’t act like you don’t like it.” “Not when I’m not the cause of it.” Papa pouted. His pout grew as he gestured towards dad's shiny face. “This is disgusting.” “I’ll go wash my face.” “And I’ll plate your sub.” As dad left to wash his face, papa turned his attention to plating dad’s food. Unlike papa, dad enjoyed his meatball sub without any cheese. He’ll get a craving for one with it every now and then, but usually he enjoys it without it. It wasn’t long before dad came back downstairs. His face wa

Ruby snorted loudly when she heard that. Wandering over to where we are, Ruby joined me on the floor. She smugly teased Tawny, “I told you so.”“I forget that you two are so violent.”“You also forget that you're annoying.”“I’m not annoying!” Tawny scowls, “I’m unique. My mom says it's a part of my charm!”I giggled, “Uh-huh.”“Right.” Ruby sarcastically agreed.A playful scowl grew on Tawny’s face as we giggled at her. It took Ruby’s giggling turning into her familiar cackling snort for her to break. She shoved Ruby, “You sound like a pig!”“I can’t help it!” Ruby covers her face as she snorts again. “I’m unique! My mom says-”Tawny’s cheeks slowly began to bloom into a bright red. “Ruby!” She whines, “Shut up!” Ruby cackles at the sight of her flushed face. “Y-Your face!”“I can’t help it!” Tawny placed her hands on her cheeks. She slowly began to rub them, attempting to will the redness away. I raised my hands above my head, stretching my aching limbs as I listened to Tawny grum

“Traitor,” Antonio huffed to us. “I can’t believe he told on us.” Joaquin shrugs, “I can.” “What should we do?” As they quietly began to discuss a plan, I slowly began to inch towards the kitchen entrance. I wasn’t risking the chance to angering papa even more. The longer it took to show ourselves and face him, there was more of a chance for him to be angry at us. I would rather not have to face his wrath if I could help it. I offered an apologetic smile when I met the gaze of my fathers. Dad offered a warm smile back, waving me towards my seat. Papa kept his gaze on the entrance. “Of course my daughter is the only one brave enough to face me.” There was silence. “Do you think he’s talking about us?” “You’re an idiot.” I quickly climbed onto my seat, eyeing the spread of food papa prepared for me. A large bowl of sliced fruit with a sugary glaze drizzled on top. A pile of mini smoked ham and cheese sandwiches as well as a bowl of tomato soup. “Boys!” Papa snapped impatien