☆ protego.

           ‘ what?! ‘ the witch’s voice raised about three octaves from its original tone when those words left ingrid’s lips. she could hardly believe this. evidence would come spiraling back toward the beauchamps. this would be like the 1800′s all over again. only, this time, they’d all be poked and prodded at. ‘ ingrid, how could you do something like this?! sleeping with dash? that’s one thing. but committing murder is entirely another! oh, my god. this is bad. this is SO bad. ‘                     yep. wendy was officially freaking out. there had to be some kind of spell to undo this. to bring back the dead? no, that came with a price. erasing someone’s memory? also came with a price. what the hell were they going to do? ‘ okay, okay. don’t panic. if dash is in jail, and they haven’t come snooping around yet, we still have time. you need to go downstairs right now, ingrid, and tell freya what’s going on. either you do or i will. everyone is going to be involved now. ‘                    great. now, she’d have to be the one to tell joanna what ingrid had done. she knew that if it came from her, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad? she could at least convince her not to yell. 

       ❛next time you want to know something, just a s k. and if i don’t want to tell you then, i will eventually. there are some things i deserve to have kept a secret until i’m ready to tell people. and you will tell freya nothing. i will tell her. right now, you’ve done enough.❜

         she wants to believe it , believe that her fathers death wasn’t her fault but it’s hard and it’s a constant thought that plagues her mind despite how much she wants to shake it . that moment will haunt her forever , as will others she can’t believe she had .  “ well i can tell you , i always get happy and then some shit happens . “          for a minute , she laughs . it’s a sad laugh , broken but it’s better than the complete lack of communication she’s had with anyone in the last few days .  “ wait – but weren’t you like evil or something back then ? “

❛how about we go downstairs? wendy and i made some brownies. you could have a few of those and just be with all of us?❜

       ‘ yep. you were totally into them. took all i had in me not to kill ya. ‘                       wendy smiled, tucking her legs under her as well, leaning back on her palms. it was such a nice day out. a breeze, the soft hum of the dragon flies and the water moving about in the lake. she couldn’t remember when life had been this calm. usually, the brunette was moving a million miles an hour. now, she got a little relaxation time with one of her two favorite nieces.          ‘ do i smell brownies? ‘

❛i have absolutely no idea what you’re talking  about. eat your sandwich first and then you  might smell brownies.❜

      “I really wish there was a simple answer to that, but there isn’t.  I stayed, for a lot of reasons.  Not the least of which, to save my family’s lives.  Had I gone with you when you left, he would have hunted us down, and made our lives hell.  I stayed, to protect you all.  And for it, I was given this place.  And his trust.”

❝ Oh no, I wasn’t asking you to. My apologies if it seemed that way. I just heard that there is a strange herb that can only be found in the woods of East End. ❞

❛oh! it’s alright. and i’m not sure. i stay out of the woods around here. they seem like they could be easy to get lost in.❜

          And he wastes not a second of those allotted two minutes to dart through the library ( like he knows exactly where he’s going ) and selects possibly the strangest, most obscure and spooky book probably within the shelves, and presents it to the young librarian with an accomplished little smile.

once he ran off, ingrid moved behind the computer and booted up the computer so she could check the book out for him. she looked at the book as a brow rose. ❛okaaay then. do you have a card so i can check it out?❜

“ maybe you should check your s p e l l s a bit more closely ! i love you ingrid , but i do not need you controlling me . “

❛i didn’t mean to almost control you, freya. plus it’s not my fault. that spell was very vague.❜

           ❝well um, could ya not look at me like that?              i know it’s a bit odd. it’s um shoot.❞ she              glanced down to the ink written on her hand.           ❝wicca: A guide for the solitary practitioner  ❞

❛right, sorry.❜        nodding, ingrid wrote the name of the book        down on a piece of paper. ❛let me see what i can do. i’ve read all of those types  of books here, for research of course, and i don’t  remember that one.❜