Did she hear it right?
“It can’t be,” Penny couldn’t believe that they would have stepped into the lines which they weren’t supposed to do.
Alexander was still trying to contemplate what they did and looked at the book and flipped through the parchment of pages of the book when Damien asked, “Do you feel any change? Any change in the body?” he stared at Penny to see if there were any changes he could see but he found none so far on her face or her hands.
Penny shook her head, “I don’t feel any changes so far,” turning to look at the Lord who was quiet; she wondered if he could feel anything. It was an obvious thing that when a white witch tapped into the forbidden magic, there would be change in their body where it would start to transition from white witch to black witch. She was definitely not looking to complete the process and turn to a black witch.
To be something she detested along with the others, she didn’t want to be part of it.
“It is a white witch’s book. Why would there be anything regarding the black witch when they know what the consequences are?” and it was Lady Isabelle’s books, she was a white witch until her death.
Lord Alexander then came to answer, “It is possible that my mother tried some of the forbidden magic,” his words were soft in the room and he exhaled with his lips twisting, “The books that you found in Creed’s house might be mixed with what the white witches wrote down but it is very possible that she or someone else tested it out. If you go to the normal witches here in the town who work in the church, the maximum they will give you herbs that have been mixed and crushed with other plants to give relief which will make it feel like the pain you feel is getting better but it is only stopping the pain from going to your brain.”
“Does this mean Aunt Isabelle has touched the forbidden magic and now you both have done it too?” Damien had placed his book down from reading it and not liking where the conversation might be going or how bad the situation was right now, “I don’t see any changes so far. The effect should have taken place right away.”
Even Penny agreed to it. When a white witch tapped into the forbidden magic, the skin would start to itch and one would feel and know where the skin was changing. The beginning process of being part of the black witch clan, Penny herself didn’t like it.
“Mother never mentioned about touching the forbidden magic or any magic elaborately. I don’t think I caught anything about it because father and the others never spoke about her change in behaviour or anything remotely making her appear that she had changed her personality. People still perceived her as the kind woman,” Damien nodded his head, “I don’t think we have completed the process of the magic, which is why the changes haven’t taken into effect yet. There are some spells that have been written down which need to be told out loud for it to complete.”
“That’s good,” replied Damein, “What a close call-” he said before catching Penny’s eyes that started to change differently. Her beautiful green eyes were still there but it was the pupil that had started to change and fluctuate from being round to one that resembled like a snake’s eye that had turned to slits.
Penny had been happy hearing what Lord Alexander said until a slight headache started to form in her head. She closed her eyes and then opened it to look at Damien who had stopped talking. Her own heart dropped when she saw the look on his face and she didn’t have to be told why he looked at her the way he did now.
Her lips parted and she asked, “It is changing, isn’t it?”
Lord Alexander’s head snapped on Penny’s words. Looking at her eyes that had changed. Usually, it was the skin that changed but for Penny, it was her eyes. He didn’t get it though. They hadn’t completed the spell for the potion, for her to be affected by it.
Damien was wondering about the same as his cousin appeared to be completely fine yet his mouse was looking at him with snake eyes, “This is why you shouldn’t call others snake, mousey. Look at it being backfired,” he said looking at her where she had started to panic, hoping it would ease her nerves.
“It’s not supposed to happen. No magic is complete if one doesn’t complete the process. If it didn’t affect me it shouldn’t affect her either.”
“Ah…” Penny trailed.
“What happened?” asked Lord Alexander, his eyes strained on her as he tried to pick any difference in her appearance.
“Do you think a black witch doesn’t need spells for the completion of the potion?” she asked no one in particular. She stared down at the potion they were making earlier which had turned to a black soup, “My father might be a white witch but my mother is a black witch. It might be possible that as much as the white witch blood is dominant in my blood, there’s still a residue of black witch’s blood that runs in my veins.”
“It still shouldn’t matter,” Alexander started to flip and turn the pages, “Look. It says- the spells and magic of this book are for white witches’ use where one will have to create the ingredients and then make use of the spells for the potion to be completed.”
“Yet it has affected her and not you, Alex,” Damien stood up from the chair he had been sitting in to bend down and look at the pot, “It looks too dark to be called as white witch’s potion,” He lifted Penny’s face so that he could take a better look at her eyes.
“I don’t want to turn to one,” Penny whispered to him…
