Magic Series: The Witch のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 19

“Welcome back, Noémie.”I looked up from my mug of liquor. Seemingly a bottomless pit of amber liquid, a tantalizing addiction that I like to indulge in from time to time. On days when I’m stuck in my head, there is nothing like downing a pint in a crowd of sloppy drunks.I greeted Pertrece with the sweetest smile I could muster. “I’m dying for your bowl of rabbit stew.”“When are you not?” Pertrece giggled, scribbling down my order. “Anything else you need?”“Biscuits and wine.”“Wine?” Pertrece mused, pausing at my request. She stared at me, lips twisting into a concerned purse and gaze steady on my face. “You only order wine when you're in the mood to talk.”Knowing better than to lie, I shrug, “I could use some advice.”“Give me a second?” At my nod, Pertrece whirled around to face the kitchen. “Flanken!”A man poked his head into the window. Sweat covered his brow and an annoyed frown graced his lips. His brown eyes roamed the tavern until it fell upon Petrece. “Yeah?!”“Need a bo

It wasn't long before my papa came back from his trip to the market. As he had some of the bags of ingredients floating around him as he shuffled into the kitchen, the rest was cradled safely in the hold of my brothers. They shuffled in behind our papa, their tanned skin covered in bruises and scratches and their clothes covered in dirt.“You can put those bags on the counter.” Papa told them. “I’ll have some snacks prepared for you two when you're done with your shower.” They lugged the bags over to the counter just as our papa ordered. “I would kill for a hot bubble bath right now.” Antonio whined.“The last time you took a bath when you were tired, you almost drowned.” Joaquin rebutted. “You’ll take a shower.”“You're no fun.”“Our fathers are stressed enough,” Joaquin scowled, “They don’t need to worry about you dying on top of dealing with whatever drama is going on at the castle.” “But-” Joaquin ignored his attempt to protest as he gently began to shove our brother out of the

As I melted into the sofa, snuggled deep into a cocoon of thick blankets, I groaned miserably. I could feel my stomach pulsed with pain. It ached, throbbing in a type of agony that was slowly bringing me to tears. “Are you okay?” From the voice, I could tell it was Joaquin talking to me. He poked me through my swathe, “You sound horrible.” “Nooo,” I whined, “Tummy hurts.”“I’ll grab your heating pad.”I grumble out a muffled, “Thank you.”As I heard Joaquin shuffling away, I could feel someone else move closer to me. I snuggled closer to the body heat, ignoring the hand that began to pat around my blankets. “Do you want your stomach rubbed or back?” Antonio asks.“Back,” I answered, “Don’t want to move.”It wasn’t long before his hand found my back. He gently began to rub, snickering quietly at my pain as I slowly began to drift off to sleep. The warmth was nice. It helped ease the pain, but it wasn’t enough to dissolve it completely. I would need my heating pad for that.I desper

Despite my hardships and lack of talent for it, I’ve always been interested in potion making. My skills are far from perfect, but I am hoping one day I will be as skilled as my superiors. It's slowly coming to fruition with every task that was given to me.My growth is small compared to others. As in, those who can glance at a random high-class potion and easily discern what its purpose is. All potions have its own distinctive tell.The color shows how potent it is. Lighter hues always indicate that the potion is used for trivial problems; such as a common cold, headaches, or a small bout of bad luck. If the color is more intense, those vials are often used for more serious concerns; such as plagues, restoring limbs, or removing curses. To the untrained eye, the color was nothing more than a decorative detail. Another way to appeal to non-magic users to sell and make money. It took a lot longer than I would like to admit, but I can now proudly say that I can tell the difference