David rubbed his temples. It looked like his head hurt. "The thing about the healing magick is that they'd already tried candle magick, crystals, healing touch, all the things like that."
"Okay..." Verona had ceased her scribbling long enough to give David a long questioning glare.
"Look, I had no idea they were going to get themselves killed." David started chewing his lower lip. "The girl's mom sounded like a nice lady and I wanted to help them out."
"Slow down," Verona said. She touched his arm. "How did you help them out?"
"The one kid, the one with red hair."
Verona interjected, "You know his name?" her pencil hovered.
"Don't know his name. The kid looked like he was Emily's boyfriend." David sighed and his eyes scanned the store for some excuse to get away from the conversation. "The kid said they had sacrificed a chicken. Bought a live chicken, you know, and cut its head off during a ritual. And the thing is... the girl's mom started to get better. They said it was the first thing they'd tried that actually made some kind of difference."
"Blood magic is strong, no doubt," Verona agreed. "So they blundered around with sacrificial blood magick and came in here to ask you for more spells?"
David swallowed. "Yeah. They wanted a book on it. They had just tried the thing with the chicken; it was some kind of Santeria, best I could tell."
Gesturing towards the books as she scribbled, Verona asked, "What'd you sell them?"
David walked over to the section of the store labelled, Satanic and other Dark Arts. He pulled a slim book and a fat book from the shelf. "These are the best-selling books on the subject."
Verona scribbled the title, author, and copyright dates in her notebook.
"I can give you a discount if you want to buy them."
Looking at the books with disgust, Verona said, "I'll see if the library has them." She scrunched up her nose. "I'm thinking they're pretty harmless. They were both published in the 70's." She flipped through the pages. "Mice feet? Semen from a hanged man? This is a collection of superstitions, not a spelllbook." Leveling her eyes at David, she said, "Nothing in here is going to cause them to all to drop dead." The padded slam of the book closing caused David to jump. "I wouldn't worry about it, David."
"So, you think I should call the police?"
Verona smiled and cocked an eyebrow. "And tell them what? You think they offed themselves with black magick?"
Davi
"Okay..." Verona had ceased her scribbling long enough to give David a long questioning glare.
"Look, I had no idea they were going to get themselves killed." David started chewing his lower lip. "The girl's mom sounded like a nice lady and I wanted to help them out."
"Slow down," Verona said. She touched his arm. "How did you help them out?"
"The one kid, the one with red hair."
Verona interjected, "You know his name?" her pencil hovered.
"Don't know his name. The kid looked like he was Emily's boyfriend." David sighed and his eyes scanned the store for some excuse to get away from the conversation. "The kid said they had sacrificed a chicken. Bought a live chicken, you know, and cut its head off during a ritual. And the thing is... the girl's mom started to get better. They said it was the first thing they'd tried that actually made some kind of difference."
"Blood magic is strong, no doubt," Verona agreed. "So they blundered around with sacrificial blood magick and came in here to ask you for more spells?"
David swallowed. "Yeah. They wanted a book on it. They had just tried the thing with the chicken; it was some kind of Santeria, best I could tell."
Gesturing towards the books as she scribbled, Verona asked, "What'd you sell them?"
David walked over to the section of the store labelled, Satanic and other Dark Arts. He pulled a slim book and a fat book from the shelf. "These are the best-selling books on the subject."
Verona scribbled the title, author, and copyright dates in her notebook.
"I can give you a discount if you want to buy them."
Looking at the books with disgust, Verona said, "I'll see if the library has them." She scrunched up her nose. "I'm thinking they're pretty harmless. They were both published in the 70's." She flipped through the pages. "Mice feet? Semen from a hanged man? This is a collection of superstitions, not a spelllbook." Leveling her eyes at David, she said, "Nothing in here is going to cause them to all to drop dead." The padded slam of the book closing caused David to jump. "I wouldn't worry about it, David."
"So, you think I should call the police?"
Verona smiled and cocked an eyebrow. "And tell them what? You think they offed themselves with black magick?"
Davi
