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Pacific NorthWitch 24

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The only good thing about the morning was the smell of coffee from Gimble’s coffee pot. Gimble gathered the others at her house, including the ghosts. They sat around her kitchen table, except Ty, who was too tense to stay still. Gimble could tell she had been up all night, and she didn’t blame her at all. No one there would have.

Cassie showed up with last with a box of donuts. Food was important, even in situations like this. Gimble watched from the kitchen table, her back to the wall, her big ears twitching in thought. She had managed a shower since the night before, but even dressing to look presentable felt labored. She skipped it, dressing down for the first time since she could remember, wearing a simple pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Z filled Gimble’s coffee cup, and then bent down to kiss the top of her head.

“You look exhausted,” Cassie said.

“It has been a challenging night,” Gimble said.

“It sure sounds like it. Where do we even start?”

“Meryl is most important,” Ty said, leaning on the kitchen counter, her arms folded tight over her chest. Her ears pressed flat against her head.

“We can track her,” Gimble said. “We’ll need some ingredients for the spell, and the energy.”

“Which means you need to be sleeping,” Z said, looking at Ty pointedly. Ty looked past her.

“I can get some hair off one of her brushes,” Ty said. “What else do you need?”

“Moon Water, salt from the Sound, a few other things I know I have,” Gimble said.

“We can start after this,” Cassie said. “My kitchen is yours.”

“And you go home and take a nap,” Z said, jabbing her finger at Ty.

Ty looked away, narrowing her eyes. “What do we do when we find her?”

“We take her back,” Gimble said.

“There will be at least one wizard there,” Ty said.

“That nerd?” Z said. “I think the four of us can take him.”

“They’re dangerous,” Gimble said. “We should be careful. When we find Meryl, we will evaluate the situation.”

Ty exhaled sharply through her nose. She began to pace around the kitchen.

“So that brings us to Elliot,” Gimble said. “We don’t know where she is.”

Z sat back in her chair. “Well, we do know that she can’t fly all that far. There’s only so far she could have gone before she had to land.”

Cassie frowned. “There’s a lot of water in that radius, if we’re going from the Ave.”

“We can go look,” Morgan said, leaning forward.

“We literally don’t sleep,” Ethan said.

“We can be in the U District in an hour.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” Gimble said. “When we break here I’ll open a door for you to the Ave.”

Ty stopped, watching the witches at the table closely. She opened her mouth.

“You are tired and angry and hurting,” Gimble said. “What ever you are about to say, you should reconsider it. It was not Elliot’s fault and you know it.”

Ty closed her mouth, for the first time that morning looking surprised. She looked way. “Sorry.”

“It’s understandable.”

“I’ll keep an eye out at my place,” Cassie said. “And ask around too. Someone’s bound to have seen her.”

“I’ll talk to Vic,” Ty said. “I doubt she’s in SoDo but it wouldn’t hurt to have some extra eyes out there.”

Gimble nodded. “Good. This is a good direction to be moving in. I think this is all we need to discuss, but if there’s more it’ll be in the group chat.” She got up and made a door for the ghosts, and Ty and Cassie. After she saw them off, she returned to the table. Z waited there for her.

Gimble sat down quietly and considered her mug of coffee.

“You wanna talk about it?” Z asked.

Gimble let out a little laugh. “Well, this is a funny turn about.”

Z took a drink of her coffee. “It’s not even a secret how upset you are. You don’t need to be an empath to see it.”

Gimble thought a moment, her ears twitching. “I feel like we failed Elliot.”

“Hm. She’s a challenge, isn’t she?”

“There was never a situation wherein we did things right that she should have felt compelled to run away.”

“Trust is tricky,” Z said. “She trusts us enough, but she’s also used to things falling apart really quickly. She never really unpacked at my place.”

“And her waiting for the other shoe to drop tells me she hasn’t experienced kindness without strings attached.”

“That’s really sad,” Z said. “But that’s also why we wanted her to be in our group so badly. We all know what it feels like.” Z paused. “Huh.”

Gimble raised her eyebrows. “What is it?”

“Hang on, I’m feeling this out. What if our motivations here were well meaning but…”

Gimble nodded along. “But we weren’t doing it for the right reasons.”

Z let her head fall back. “We wanted to help. We wanted what was never given to us.”

“But we were doing what we would have wanted. We were not listening to her.”

“Well, shit,” Z said. “What do we do?”

“We’ll find her,” Gimble said. “Who knows, maybe she’ll respond to our texts.”

“Is that too direct? I’m going to bet she doesn’t want confrontation right now.”

“Agreed.” Gimble traced a finger around the rim of her coffee cup. “I would like to not leave it entirely up to her, though.”

“We’d never see her again.”

Gimble sat back in her chair. “I would like to make sure that doesn’t happen, either.”

Z watched her carefully. “I haven’t seen you like this in a while.”

Gimble let out a laugh. “I think I’m disappointed in myself.”

“Are you beating up on yourself? This is weird. I don’t know what to do.”

“Oh hush.”

“What would you tell me if our places were switched?” Z leaned forward, folding her arms on the table.

“I would tell that you were doing your best and that this issue is fixable. And that you are a good person, despite what your inner voice might be telling you.” Gimble sighed. “We should see if we can find Elliot.” She stood. “I have a few contacts I want to try.”

Z nodded. “I think there’s a few places I can check.” She stood. Gimble hugged her.

“Thank you for your council.”

Z pulled her close and kissed her cheek. “Any time. Now lets go find our precious goblin.”

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Pacific NorthWitch 23

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Everything hurt.

Elliot lay sprawled out under the moonlight. She was unsure how long she had been there, or even been conscious. So that was probably a concussion. She tried to sit up, and her body screamed at her, so the ground would do nicely for now. She stared up at the stars and tried to push the night out of her mind.

“Hello.”

Elliot rolled her head to the side. A crow stood just outside her reach, cocking its head at her. Her head hurt, and she thought about her concussion.

“Are you okay? Should I come up?” The crow said that.

Yep, definitely a concussion.

Elliot groaned and closed her eyes. She tried to figure out what to do. Laying there felt pretty right, so she planned on that for a while.

“I’m coming up.”

“Okay, cool,” Elliot croaked.

A moment later, footsteps clanged up a ladder, and Elliot began to reestablish her whereabouts. She was up somewhere. A head popped into view. They were bear, on the small side, a light dollop of brown fur on the top of their head.

“That’s better. It’s easier to see you this way.”

Elliot stared. The crow was still talking. The bear was not.

“You look like hell,” they said. The bear? Maybe?

“I feel… like hell,” Elliot said. It hurt to talk too much.

“Well,” the bear crawled over to Elliot and sat down next to her. “You did crash land on my roof. I expect you’re a little worse for wear.”

Elliot didn’t know what to say to this. That felt true. The last thing she remembered was rocketing into the sky to get away from the wizards and…

“I’m still not great at flying,” Elliot conceded.

“Aww, you’re still just a baby witch, huh?” The crow spread its wings and hopped up onto the bear’s shoulder.

“I’m From Out of Town,” Elliot corrected. She tried to raise her arm. Some of it raised up.

“That looks awfully broken.” The bear stretched their fingers. “Put it down, I’ll see if I can take care of it.”

Elliot put her arm down, giving the bear the best side eye she had. The bear lay their hands on Elliot’s arm, closing their eyes and taking a deep breath. Their hands glowed, and warmth poured over her arm. She could feel her bones shifting, crackling and fusing back together. It wasn’t comfortable, but it didn’t hurt.

A moment later, the bear lifted their hands. “How’s that?”

Elliot lifted her arm. It felt much more complete. “I’m sore but I think I’m good?”

“What else is broken?” The bear asked.

“Uhm…” Elliot tried to sit up again, and winced in pain.

“Oh, a whole bunch more. Okay, hang on.” The bear put their hands on Elliot again, and the universe fell away around them. Elliot squeezed her eyes closed, and she flopped on to a couch. She yowled in pain.

“Sorry, baby witch,” the bear said. They put their hand on Elliot head, and her body went numb. She tried to say something, but could barely move he mouth. The bear began to work, setting Elliot’s broken bones one at a time. Elliot lost track of time, falling in and out of consciousness until the bear put their hand on her head again.

“This is going to hurt a little,” the crow said. “I’m going to let your nerves come back little by little, and that pain is going to keep rising. I wish I could keep it away longer, but that pain belongs to you, and you’ll need to work around it for the moment.”

Elliot nodded the best she could. The bear released the pain, and for a moment it tingled, like she had pinched a nerve. And then it washed over her, and she was up on the roof, writhing in pain. The bear disappeared into another room, the crow stayed behind on a perch by some books, and a while later they came back with two cups of tea. They helped Elliot sit up and pressed a tea cup into her hand. Elliot shakily took a drink.

“That’s awful,” Elliot said. The tea was bitter, acrid, like what she imagined a cracked-open battery tasted like.

“It’ll help you feel better,” the bear said. “I have a friend who makes potions, and that will help the pain and the healing.”

Elliot considered this. She hurt too much to lay out any more snark. She had questions, but she stared at the wall. That was the only thing that felt good. Reluctantly, she finished the tea.

The bear took the tea cup away, and returned with a blanket. They put it around Elliot’s shoulder. “Rest. I’m going to go check up on the shop. I won’t be far.” The crow jumped back to the bear’s shoulder and they left the room.

Elliot sat back on the couch, still staring at the wall. The blanket could have weighed a hundred pounds, but it was some how comforting. Elliot succumbed to its weight, falling onto a doze. When they came back, the bear was sitting in a chair across from her, scrolling through a phone. Elliot squinted. That was her phone.

“Hey.”

“Sorry,” the bear said through the crow — Elliot was certain that’s how things were working. “I’m looking for someone to call. Your contacts are… sparse.”

Elliot let out a long breath through her nose.

“No mom and dad. No siblings that I can see?”

“No…” Elliot said.

“Your texts are blowing up, by the way. Someone named Z, Ty, Gimble, Cassie? Friends of yours.”

“I don’t want to talk to them,” Elliot said, her voice breaking.

The bear looked up at her, their ears dropping. “Baby witch, what happened?”

Elliot pulled her jaw tight, her ears pressing against her head. She looked away, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders.

“They’re really worried,” The bear said. “Elliot? That you?”

Elliot squinted.

“Sorry, it’s in their texts.” The bear put their hand on Elliot’s knee. Shocks ran up her leg, but it hurt less than before. “Can I call someone for you? You need someone who cares about you. I don’t mind if you stay here, I actually would enjoy the company. And I have a few friends who I think would like to meet you. But I’m not the right person to care for you.”

“Ardy,” Elliot said softly.

The bear scrolled. “R D. Found them.” Elliot could hear them clicking a text out. A second later the phone rang. The bear held it up to their ear. The crow repositioned itself to speak into the receiver.

“Yeah, she’s right here. She’s fine. Pretty beat up, but she’s fine. Yeah, do you know where the metaphysical library is? Five minutes? I’ll go unlock the front door.”

The bear put down the phone. “Be right back.”

Ardy arrived faster than Elliot suspected. Or rather, maybe she just couldn’t tell how time worked anymore. She sat down on the couch next to Elliot and put her arms around her.

“What happened?” She asked.

Elliot leaned into Ardy, closing her eyes. She sighed.

“Crash landed on my roof,” the bear said. They leaned in the doorway, watching the two of them carefully. “That’s about as much as I can figure out.”

“Can you walk? Let’s get you back to my place.”

Elliot struggled to stand. Ardy helped her to her feet. “There. Let’s see if we can get a door.”

The bear approached Elliot and pushed her phone into her jeans pocket. “Good luck, baby witch.”

“Thanks,” Elliot said softly. “What’s… uhm.”

“Rory.” The bear nodded to the crow, who carried the bear’s voice. “And that jerk over there is Saxnōt.”

The crow hissed. “HaIR BeaSt.” He said to Elliot.

“Hey.” Elliot couldn’t help but smile. She instantly understood him.

“Thank you again,” Ardy said. “We’ll chat later.”

“You bet!” Rory said. “Let’s get you a door.” The drew an outline of a door in the air, and one appeared. Rory pushed the door open. Ardy led Elliot through and the door closed behind them, popping out of existence.

As soon as she could, Ardy pulled Elliot into a hug. Shocks of pain bounced around Elliot’s body, but she leaned in, hugging back as best she couldn’t.

“I know you’re not talking right now,” Ardy said, “but I do hope you feel like it later. For now, you need to lie down.”

Ardy took Elliot into her bedroom. She pulled back the bedding and helped Elliot in. She took off her shoes and set them aside. Then she helped Elliot lay back.

“I admit, I have been wanting to get you into my bed for a while,” Ardy said. “But this is not what I had in mind.” She offered Elliot a smile. Elliot dropped her eyes away.

“Sorry,” Elliot said quietly.

Ardy stroked Elliot’s ears back.”It’s alright, it was a bad joke.” She took Elliot’s hand. “Get some rest. I’ll be right here.”

Elliot let herself drift off to sleep. In her dreams, she clutched her broom, and she was falling.

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Pacific NorthWitch Interlude: Rain City Paranormal

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Excerpt from Rain City Paranormal episode 49: Sasquatch’s Choice Coffee

[Music playing, begins to fade out]

Carter: So last week in our local segment we talked about the Oz Effect, and local trash monsters-

Kareem: I’m literally right here. I have a name.

Carter [amused]: -and apparently witches.

Ally: And again, if you know how I can find a coven of actual witches, please let me know, my DMs are open.

Carter: But we have a new one this week.

Ally: I’m not even joking, if there’s like a membership fee, I’m totally cool with that. If I need to steal a baby or something, we can talk about that.

Carter: Do witches need babies? Like, would they even want a baby?

Kareem: Sometimes you long for the experience of being a mother. To bring life into the world. Subjugated, but revered…

Carter: You look so dreamy, what the hell? [Laughs]

Ally: So new things-

Carter: New things! We have a first hand account from a listener, who calls themselves “The Wizard’s Baker.” They write:

Hello Seattle’s Best,

I do a lot of work in the Highway 99 tunnel.

Kareem: Oh, so it was your fault.

[Ally and Carter laugh]

Carter, continuing to read: I do a lot of work in the Highway 99 tunnel. For the most part, it’s boring routine work, and I’ve never seen anything strange in the tunnel, at least nothing that would cause anyone to think twice about it. That is, until this week.
Me and a few of my coworkers were called in for some urgent work (nothing you need to worry about, just some systems we needed to troubleshoot). Things were normal until about 2 or 3 in the morning, when I heard someone coming down the access tunnel. My co-workers thought I was joking, so I went to go investigate.

At first, I could see two people up the access corridor. And then it was as if one of them blinked out of existence. As I got closer-

Ally: Do you not watch horror movies, what are you doing??

Kareem: [away from the microphone]: GUYS, I’M GOING TO GO CHECK OUT THESE MYSTERY PEOPLE.

Carter [away from the microphone]: HEY IS ONE OF YOU A GHOST?

Ally [away from the microphone]: I’M COMPLETELY UNARMED, YOU WANNA CHAT?

Carter [continuing to read]: As I got closer, I could make out the other figure. She looked like a human, dressed in construction gear, but even the tunnel supervisors are never out this late unless a water main breaks, or something similar. I went to tell them that this was a closed site, and they shouldn’t be there. And next to her, very faintly, I could see the other person.

Kareem: Is this like a time slip?

Ally: They don’t sound like they’re wearing different clothes.

Carter [continuing to read]: When I approached, that’s when the transformation happened.

Ally: Uhm…

Carter [continuing to read]: The human started to speak a language I couldn’t understand, and it sounded like nothing I’ve ever heard before. I swear I could feel it in my chest. And in a blink she wasn’t human anymore. She had horns on her head, and her eyes glowed this deep red. Behind her, what I could only describe as a portal opened, into a dull red world, and she and the ghost jumped into it. The portal closed, and the only thing left was the smell of sulfur.

Before you say anything, I don’t do drugs, I don’t drink, I don’t work around noxious fumes. It wasn’t carbon monoxide poisoning, because between the four of us working, one of our detectors would have caught that. I know what I saw, and I truly believe I saw a demon in the tunnels that night.

As you can imagine, I’m shaken by this, but also incredibly curious. I’ve never believed in demons before, or angels, but I know what I saw.

Thank you for reading this. I wonder if anyone else in Rain City has seen anything like this.

No Umbrella Gang member,
The Wizard’s Baker

[Silence]

Ally [quietly]: …holy shit.

[Silence]

Ally: So this-

Kareem: A demon? Like a for real demon.

Carter: I have questions.

Ally: -Like, this opens up a lot of-

Carter: Do you think-

Ally: That Locke was abducted by a demon?

Kareem: Thank you for saying that, because I did not want to.

Carter: We’ve had people claim he was taken by inter-dimensional Sasquatch robots-

Kareem: Which is the correct answer, yes.

Ally: But demons.

Carter: But demons…

Kareem: But demons, though.

Carter: Is… Is the tunnel a Hellmouth?

[Silence]

Ally: There’s a small group that thinks that the tunnel construction was delayed because they found something down there…

Kareem: Does this lend, like, credibility to that theory?

Carter: What would that even look like? I’m imagining, like, hell dogs running out of the tunnel.

Ally: Ghosts just pouring out.

Kareem: I feel like we would have noticed.

Carter: Okay, but like, how much of the tunnel construction did we not see? They didn’t live stream it.

Ally: So they contained it?

Kareem: How? Wouldn’t we see, like, the entire FBI here?

Carter: How would we know? What would that look like?

[Silence]

Ally: I have to know if anyone else has seen a demon.

Kareem: Send us an email, tweet at us, we need to hear your stories.

Carter: And as always, we try to read everyone’s letters on the air…

Ally: We need another question bucket episode. How many letters do we have in the queue?

Carter: I don’t want to talk about it.

Kareem: Our next letter comes from…

[End of excerpt]

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Pacific NorthWitch 22

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Elliot spent the better part of the next week laying on the couch in the fetal position, starting at the wall. Z worked around her, moving her legs when she wanted to sit down and watch TV. She left out food for Elliot, and made sure she was covered when she finally did fall asleep. She tried to get Elliot to talk about it, but Elliot only continued to stare, making little sounds in the back of her throat.

It was Meryl that finally snapped Elliot out of her catatonic state. She came over that Friday evening, as cheerful as ever.

“Come on! We’re going to go to the Ave and get you stuff,” she said. She pulled harder, getting her weight into it, and Elliot tumbled to the ground. “Ha!” Meryl raised her arms above her head.

Elliot lay staring up at the ceiling, blinked, and tried to get up. “What’s on the Ave?”

“You know the place with the gargoyles out front?”

“Y-… maybe?”

“So someone a few doors down, above the shops, has a place with stuff for potions and spells.”

“It’s literally her kitchen,” Z said, watching from her own kitchen.

“Sometimes she has soup!” Meryl said excitedly.

Elliot considered this. She sat on the ground, pulling her knees to her chest. “Soup is nice.”

Meryl sat down across from Elliot. “Got some sads, huh?”

Elliot shrugged.

“Shark week?”

“That’s next week,” Elliot said softly.

“I suspect,” Z said, “that her date went bad.”

“It was nice,” Elliot said. She didn’t look at Z.

“She won’t tell me what happened.”

Meryl put her hands on Elliot knees. “And she doesn’t have to. Buuuut she should come hang out with us tonight.” She gave Elliot a smile.

Elliot met her gaze, and her eyes darted away. “Okay.”

“Yay!” Meryl stood and pulled Elliot up, much to Elliot’s surprise. “Go go go get ready!” She pushed Elliot towards the bathroom.

“Gah okay fine!” Elliot stumbled into the bathroom and slammed the door, but Meryl could hear the little giggle behind the door.

An hour later they were on University Avenue. Ty and Gimble met them there, and they prowled the street as a coven, if that was possible. Meryl took Elliot by the hand and talked away about a costume from a video game she wanted to make for convention season next year. Elliot felt herself smiling, even just a little, at Meryl’s enthusiasm.

“Elliot, you’ve not been feeling well?” Gimble turned back to look at her. Z was up with Gimble and Ty, walking in front of them. That gossip.

“Uhm… I guess?”

“I think her date went bad,” Z said again.

“Leave her alone,” Meryl said, still cheerful, but with an edge of protectiveness that Elliot suddenly never wanted to cross paths with.

“Right Determination hurt you?” Gimble asked.

“No…” Elliot said. Her ears pressed against her head, and she felt totally exposed. “She’d never…”

Z’s ears perked. “Oh… oh! Oh, she didn’t hurt you at all! Did she kiss you??”

Elliot felt her face flushing. She looked away.

“Oh my god! Wait, was that your first kiss??”

“Hey, come on,” Meryl said. She squeezed Elliot’s hand. “It’s none of your business.”

“Everyone moves at their own pace,” Gimble said to Z, politely but firmly.

“You should probably talk to her, if she made you uncomfortable,” Ty said. “She seemed nice, I bet she’d appreciate knowing.”

They turned back to find Meryl and Elliot gone.

Meryl had pulled Elliot into a tea shop a few doors behind the other witches. She steered Elliot to a seat behind a wall, where they couldn’t be seen. She swooped away, and a moment later came back with boba tea for the two of them. Elliot started to pull out her wallet.

“Put that away,” Meryl said. “You don’t have a job.”

“Thanks,” Elliot said softly.

“You okay?”

Elliot sat back. “Yeah. I think so.”

“They were being jerks,” Meryl said, looking around the wall to see if the other witches had found them. “They mean well, believe it or not, but they weren’t reading the room.”

“It’s stupid.”

“It’s not. You have a right to refuse to talk about anything.”

Elliot nodded. “But I mean, like… the Ardy thing is stupid too.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No…” She looked down at her cup of tea, at the foil that covered the top, some bright and cheerful written in Korean. “She did kiss me.”

“Aw, buddy. You sound so sad about it.”

“I froze. I thought I wanted it. I think I still do? I feel like I can’t pin down what I want. I think maybe she caught me off guard?”

“That’s totally possible,” Meryl said. She tilted her head in thought. “You have trouble letting people get close, I think.”

Elliot frowned. “It’s stupid.”

“It’s not. All of us have our own trauma. There was one time where I could count the times I went outside in a year on one hand. That was a really bad time for me. But it gets better.”

Elliot’s eyes grew wide. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay! I’m here now.” She put her hand on Elliot’s. “I never did get to show you my cool scar. Now really isn’t the place.” She flashed a knowing smile at Elliot.

Elliot laughed.

“I hope you can get to a place where you feel comfortable,” Meryl said. She took a drink of her tea. “We can practice kissing if you want.”

Elliot laughed again. “God, shut up.” Meryl kept her hand on Elliot’s, and Elliot didn’t feel the need to move it.

Meryl’s phone buzzed. She looked at it. “Oh, they finally noticed we’re missing.” She started texting. “Meet. Us. At. Pink. Gorilla.”

“Ohh…” Elliot said. “Can we go in?”

“We sure as hell are going in,” Meryl said. She stood and pulled Elliot with her. They walked down the street hand in hand, talking about going to conventions, and how she met Z and Ty at Comic Con, until they caught up with the other three witches. They welcomed Elliot back, and Elliot nodded at them. She didn’t say it, but she was glad they noticed she was gone.

They started across the street. The world suddenly grew cold, and Elliot froze.

Clouds boiled over the street, dark, heavy clouds, blotting out the sun. Elliot felt the fur on her neck stand on end, the air crackling with electricity. Her ears twitched. The birds had stopped singing, the noise from the streets around them gone. Streetlights began to flicker on. Elliot looked around, spotting her friends, but no one else, the streets deserted.

A bright light flashed in front of them, and Elliot turned away to shield her eyes. Lightning split the horizon in half, rumbling deep in Elliot’s chest. And when it fizzled away, four figures stood on the street.

They were men, young men, split fifty-fifty humans and furs. The humans were white, their hair cropped close. One of the furs was a tiger. They all wore t-shirts, themed after one convention or another, surprisingly ill-fitting jeans, and even more surprisingly stylish sneakers, except for the last one. The Nerd stood with them, watching Elliot carefully.

Elliot furrowed her brow, matching The Nerd’s gaze. It felt like he was almost trying to squeeze thoughts at her. At any rate, he didn’t look happy to be there.

Gimble and Z moved up in front of the rest of the witches. Gimble was speaking quietly to herself, making subtle motions with her hand. Z cracked her knuckles.

“Witches,” one of the humans shouted. Elliot recognized him from when she was down at the garage with Locke’s car.

“What’s up, nerds?” Z shouted back.

“You have been sticking your snoots where they don’t belong.” The human said.

“Why don’t you bring your dad jeans over here and we can talk about where you can stick your snoot,” Z said.

“You are playing with forces you don’t understand.”

“Can we wait a moment?” Gimble said. “Because we don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You don’t know because you do not understand. You are not capable of understanding,” he said. The other two wizards laughed. The Nerd did not. “Witches could not begin to understand.”

“Again,” Gimble said, “we have no idea what you’re talking about. And second, I don’t think you know anything.”

The lead wizards started forward, and the other three followed.

“Nope, you stay right there.” Gimble waved her hand. Green orbs of light flowed from her, weaving their way to the wizards, binding them to the street. “You don’t get to stalk us and then threaten us and then demand we not take it personally.”

“You don’t get to call us stupid, either,” Z said.

Elliot stepped forward, past Z and Gimble. “Whatever your beef is, it’s with me. You’ve been following me and I want to know why.” Meryl ran up behind Elliot and took her hand, trying to pull her back.

“Don’t do this,” she said. “Don’t.”

“I’m tired of this,” Elliot said to Meryl. “I’m tired of being afraid.”

The lead wizard let out an incredulous laugh. “Following you? You were the one that showed up at every sensitive site we know.”

“Sensitive site?” Elliot asked. She tilted her head. “What-”

“You were in the Highway 99 Tunnel last weekend.”

“Wait-”

“You were at the flair up before the Sounders game.”

“The flair-”

“We know you were at the garage where Locke’s car is being hidden,” the panda said.

“Oh, it speaks,” Z said.

“WAIT-” Elliot said.

“We know you’ve been following Ilo,” the other human said. “Because wherever he is, you are too.”

“And we know you let the banshee loose,” the main wizard said.

Elliot felt Meryl trying to pull her back. All she could do was stand there, stunned. “What is happening?”

“It’s clear that you are after what we know. You have been noticed.”

The lead wizard drew a shape in the air, and it glowed to a blinding light. When it cleared, he and the other wizards were unbound. The lead wizard stepped into a stance, holding his hands in front of him.

“We have been sent to eliminate you.”

“What?” The second human said.

“What??” Ilo the nerd said.

“WHAT?” Elliot took a step back. Ty grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her back, putting her behind all of them.

“Witch, prepare to die.” He lifted his hands, and bust into flames.

Elliot sat stunned for a moment, and then let out a low, satisfied laugh. Blood poured from her nose.

“YES!” Gimble said, turning back to Elliot. “Finally!”

The panda threw a spell around the lead wizard, and the fire began to slowly burn out. The lead wizard collapsed, gasping for air as the spell dissipated. The other human side armed a volley of fire at the witches. Gimble blocked them with a wide, luminous shield.

Elliot dove behind a car parked on the side of the road. She looked around. The Nerd was nowhere she could see. She held her palm open, feeling magic pool in it. She watched the lead wizard struggle to get up. She threw the ball, aiming for his head. It skipped across the ground like a meteorite, before shattering on a final skip. All the same, the wizard was pelted with white hot magic. He hissed and fell backwards.

Ty grabbed a copy of the Stranger from its box and unfolded it, laying it flat on the ground. She put her hands on it and mumbled to herself. The newspaper glowed, and she stood on it. It pushed off the ground, and Ty kicked forward like she was on a skateboard. She got a good distance down the street, pulled into a wide turn, and then kick flipped into the sky.

Elliot watched Z deflect volley after volley from the panda until they were nearly face to face. She squared up to him, easily eight or nine inches shorter that him, and punched him hard in the throat. The panda fell. Z threw a spell down. “Stay down!”

Elliot threw another thaumic ball, bouncing it once before it sailed right past the other human. He watched it pass, and then locked eyes with Elliot.

Meryl hadn’t moved from the street. She stood, watching everything, looking pleased with the chaos. A whistling bolt of magic came at her, and she deflected it away, sending it spiraling into a parked car. The car imploded like it had been t-boned by a semi.

“Meryl!” Elliot called. “Get over here, you’re going to get killed!”

Meryl beamed at her. “Silly goose,” she said. “You know I can’t be killed in any meaningful way.”

On cue, Ty dive bombed the three wizards, dropping green fire on them as she swooped away. Meryl cackled.

Ty steered herself back to the street. “Meryl, you’re going to get hurt.”

Another missile sailed at Meryl. She slapped it away again, and it spun into the air before fizzling out in a brilliant blue cascade. Elliot laughed a little. Meryl genuinely seemed to be enjoying herself.

Gimble and Z stood by two of the wizards, binding them to a street light. The Nerd was still nowhere to be found. Elliot scanned for the lead wizard, catching a flash behind a car. She filled her palm again, watching, focused.

The lead wizard slid out from behind a car opposite them. Elliot hurled the ball of magic at him. This time, she could feel how right it was, how on target it was. It stayed in the air, flying in a beautiful arc, on target, throwing sparks like a tiny comet.

The wizard simply pivoted and with the wave of a hand, parried the blast, deflecting it back.

“Meryl!” Elliot called.

Meryl turned just at the magic hit her in the side, knocking her to the ground. She didn’t get up, laying on her side, smoke rising from a fresh wound. The wizard laughed.

“MERYL!” Ty called. She started towards the bobcat, but fell back as the wizard unloaded at her, throwing everything he had from his fortified spot. Gimble and Z ran at them, but before they could make it, The Nerd popped out from behind a car. He made quick motion with his hand, and for a moment, he was in two places at once, down the street where he had hidden, and at Meryl’s side. The Nerd down the street vanished, and the one at Meryl’s side drew a hole in the fabric of reality and disappeared into it, taking the witch with him.

Ty screamed, piercing the night, and it was as if it broke the seal around them. The world came to life again, the sound of cars bombarding them. More importantly, police sirens bellowed from down the street. A non-descript black sedan skidded to a stop in the intersection closest to them, and Agent Lebeux stepped out.

“Are you idiots having a magical shootout IN THE STREET??” She shouted.

“It’s the cops!” Elliot shouted back. “Scatter!”

Gimble and Z grabbed Ty, who was desperately trying to get to the spot where Meryl had been, tears streaming down her cheeks. They pulled her to a wall across the street from Elliot, and drew out a door. Gimble opened the door and ushered both of them in. She scanned until she found Elliot and waved her over.

Elliot froze, a million thoughts going through her head. The biggest one, though, shouted at her. YOUR FAULT. YOUR FAULT. She shook her head and started down the street. Gimble jumped through the door, sealing it behind her.

Elliot picked up into a trot, then a jog, running down University Avenue. Ahead, an alcove for an apartment entrance. Gimble appeared suddenly, another door open. “Come on! Let’s go home!”

Elliot backed away.

“Elliot,” Gimble said. “Come home, please.” She held out her hand for Elliot.

Elliot backed away. “I’m sorry.” She said, feeling tears beginning to well in her eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt her and I’m sorry.” She held her hand up, and a moment later, quicker than it ever had any business getting there, her broom dropped into her hand. She ran down the street, jumping on the broom and flying into the night.

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Lemuria started to sprout in the South Lake Union area about five years before, spreading down from its castle on a hill into the forgotten industrial playground that had once been eyed for a public space to rival Central Park. Lemuria grew like mushrooms, thriving on the decay on a once-industrial city. Soon, it began to consume its surroundings, until the land between I-5 and Highway 99 was solidly part of its urban continent.

You know Lemuria. You got all your Christmas presents from Lemuria last year. Half of all websites you read are hosted on Lemuria servers. Lemuria created the digital assistant that sits on your counter top. You last asked her to play Abba. You said, Lem, play “Mamma Mia,” and she said, Okay, playing “Mamma Mia,” here we go again. She’s so funny.

You probably bought this book from Lemuria. You know Lemuria.

Right Determination watched the rise of Lemuria, at first with curiosity, then with slow, building dread. She knew a tyrant when she saw one. Once, she was happy to indulge in the novelty of ordering books from the Internet — the Internet itself was a novelty she never would have dreamed of when she and her group first set foot on the land of the People of the Inside. Now, she saw Lemuria for what it was: a dangerous kingdom lead by a smiling thief, a nightmare that sought to keep its victims asleep forever, where it could thrive.

The sky over the Olympics turned a nice bright gray, the sun in the east finally peeking over the Cascades. If gray could be warm, it would be that kind of gray. Right Determination watched out the window of her apartment for a moment, watching a ferry dock at its terminal. She prepared coffee in the coffee maker, one she rarely ever used for more than a cup or two. She filled the pot this time, having a hunch that Elliot would be able to take whatever else she didn’t. And for a moment, she was at peace with the world, the towers of Lemuria to the north aside.

Elliot had fallen asleep a few hours before. She slumped over on the couch, and Right Determination covered her in a blanket, letting her have her sleep. And while Right Determination was enjoying the company immensely, she also enjoyed the solitary still hours of the early morning.

This was not how Right Determination had intended to end their date. Her apartment hadn’t entered into it at all, unless they had been too tired to stay out, and even then, returning to Cassie’s charming coffee shop would their first option. Right Determination had a feeling that Cassie wouldn’t care if the two of them had fallen asleep on one of her couches. But her own apartment, that was something else entirely. The last thing she wanted was to scare her new companion away.

Elliot stirred on the couch. She sat up, looking around wearily, squinting in the low light.

“Good morning,” Right Determination said.

“Hi,” Elliot said. Her headfur fell in front of her eyes, and she brushed it away, kind of. “What time is it?”

“A little after six,” the demon said. She hadn’t bothered to put her disguise back on, and after a moment she realized Elliot was staring.

“In the morning?”

“In the morning,” Right Determination said, amused.

Elliot struggled to stand, sleepily finding her footing. “Sorry. I should go.”

“Why are you sorry?” The demon said. “Stay, I made coffee.”

Elliot stumbled to the kitchen. Right Determination handed her a mug. Elliot inhaled the scent of the coffee deeply, and let out a long sigh. “Thank you.”

“I thought you’d want some.”

Elliot nodded and began to drink. She watched Right Determination move to a window, sipping her coffee and watching the world outside. Elliot’s ears twitched.

“I fell asleep, huh?” She asked.

The demon smiled. “You did. It was cute.”

Elliot looked away, letting her eyes wander the open loft. She started at he sloped walls, and noticed they kept going up, rising a few floors up to a flat ceiling. She looked out the window, looking at downtown Seattle, the Columbia Tower to her right. Right Determination watched, quietly sipping her coffee. Elliot turned back to the demon.

“I always wondered who lived up here,” she said.

“Surprise,” the demon said.

Elliot looked down to her coffee. “Are you mad at me? Should I go?”

“Oh! No! I am not mad, I was just…” Right Determination hesitated.

Elliot approached carefully, watching the demon closely. “This was too early.”

“It was. That portal trick is programed to go back to one place…”

The raccoon got closer, but kept her distance. “It’s nice. Honestly? I expected something like this.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, like… you’re sophisticated and smart and you’ve seen a lot of history. And like, your shop is really fancy too. You like charcuterie. I bet you could spell charcuterie.”

Right Determination laughed a little. “Well, I suppose I’m glad I set expectations well.”

Elliot got closer, trying to look out the window the demon stood by. It was a straight shot down Second, looking at the International District, and directly at King Street Station. Elliot followed Ardy’s gaze, watching a commuter train come in from the south.

“You like trains, huh?” Elliot asked.

“I like that trains go somewhere,” Ardy said. “I like the journey, and at the end of the line there’s somewhere else completely different.”

“That’s really nice,” Elliot said. They stood next to each other now. “I came here on the train. Just from Spokane, but…”

“Did you do your trick and hide from them?”

“They never knew I was there,” Elliot said.

“It’s very impressive.” Ardy thought for a moment. She very slowly reached out and put her hand on the small of Elliot’s back. Elliot’s ears perked, but she leaned ever so slightly into Ardy.

“Uhm…” Elliot said. She didn’t dare look at the demon. “I had a really good time.”

“I glad. I did too.”

They stood together for a moment, just watching the world go by, the people below unaware of the people watching them from Smith Tower.

“So…” Elliot started. “What… happened in the tunnel last night?”

Ardy considered this quietly. “I do believe that was your friend.”

“He’s…” Elliot stopped, her ears flattening on her head. She narrowed her eyes. “That was The Nerd. What was he doing there?”

“And who was with him?”

Ardy felt Elliot tense.

“Are you okay?”

Elliot stumbled over her words before saying, “Wizards. There’s more wizards. I didn’t know there were witches two weeks ago and now we know there’s at least three or four wizards and they were doing SOMETHING in the tunnel, and one of them is the jerk that keeps following me.”

“Don’t forget about demons,” Ardy said.

Elliot swayed a little, and Ardy steadied her. “I’m… scared? I think? Like, I feel like this means something, but I don’t know what it is. I know so much less than I did two weeks ago.”

“Your world got bigger,” Ardy said.

“It did.” She watched out the window, and sighed heavily. She scrubbed her face with her free hand. “I’m so tired of being afraid.”

Ardy slipped her hand up to Elliot’s shoulder and pulled her into a side hug. “That’s a good place to start,” she said. “We can figure out a way to make you not afraid.”

Elliot leaned into the hug, her eyes closed. She didn’t say anything, and they let the silence hold the conversation for a moment.

“Well,” Ardy started, suddenly cheerful. “I think it’s time we found some breakfast.”

“Aren’t you tired?” Elliot asked. Ardy understood the question.

“You will have to try much harder to wear out your welcome.” She turned and strode to the kitchen to set down her coffee. Elliot watched, approaching carefully. Ardy too her cup too. “The coffee shop downstairs has a wonderful breakfast.”

Elliot smiled a little. She didn’t know what to say, except, “That sounds nice.”

“Good,” Ardy said. She put a jacket on, somehow looking more put together than she did the night before. She straightened her hair in a mirror, and in an instant she looked like a human again. She smiled at Elliot. “I have so much more to learn about you.”

“I can’t even imagine what part of me would be interesting to you.”

“Nonsense.”

“Like, the most exciting thing in my life is that I found a working Nintendo 64 at Goodwill for twenty bucks.”

“With Mario Kart?”

“No, but I got that later,” she said. “Did… do you play video games?”

“I never gave my attention to this Nin-ten-do 64,” Ardy said. “In this house we honor Sega, thank you.”

“What?” Elliot laughed and joined her at the top of the steps. “You’re so much more of a nerd than I thought.”

“You will never know the joy of seeing an arcade-perfect conversion of Space Harrier on a home console,” Ardy said.

“You’re so old!” Elliot blurted. She slapped her hands over her mouth. “Sorry sorry sorry.”

Ardy only beamed at her.

“I desperately want to know about 1980s Ardy.”

“Do you want to see pictures of my perm?”

“YES.”

“I’ll show you after breakfast.” She held her hand out for Elliot. Giggling, Elliot took it, and Ardy pulled her closer. She put her arm around Elliot’s back, holding her hand as if they were dancing. Elliot gasped, blushing. Ardy leaned in and carefully kissed Elliot on the cheek.

She felt Elliot tense again, freezing in her arms.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think-”

“N-no, it’s fine.” Elliot pulled away. “It’s okay. I should go, though.”

“Do you not want breakfast?”

“I’m okay!” Elliot said. She stepped back. “I’ll be okay. Thank you, though.” She retreated down the steps, and Ardy heard her fumble with her door lock, and speedily exited. The door closed with a clack.

Ardy sighed, dropping her arms to her side. She went back to the coffee she had left on the counter, which was slowly getting cold. Still, it was coffee. She knew she shouldn’t feel bad. How many dates had she been on that ended badly? This wasn’t even that bad, all things considered. And she knew that she had had so many promising relationships end after date two. This was nothing new.

Still, she sighed. She liked that witch.

She moved back to the window, slowly sipping her coffee, watching the trains come in.

Ardy’s phone vibrated on her kitchen counter. She picked it up and opened her texts.

“I don’t know how to get out”

Ardy laughed. She took a second to compose herself and went to go rescue Elliot.

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Ardy presented the door to Elliot as if gifting her an exotic gem from a far off land. She stood next to the nondescript industrial door, her hands behind her back. They stood outside, south of the waterfront, out of the way of the meager foot traffic, whoever was out this late.

Elliot held a cup of coffee from Cassie’s. She stood in front of the door, where Ardy had positioned her. She bit her tongue. Ardy looked so proud, and the climax of all of this was so… not there. Her instinct was to mock, to say something sarcastic and defensive. Elliot didn’t want to spurn her new companion.

“I… I don’t get it?” Elliot said slowly, her ears dropping on her head. “It’s a door.”

“It’s a door!” Ardy said. “But you forget that doors go somewhere.”

“Generally, yeah…” Crap. Get it together, dude.

“So there is another part to this.” Ardy pulled a key card from her pocket. “Never mind how I got this. But this will open that door.”

Elliot took the key and held it in her hand. It said STP on one side in a boring corporate typeface. Where had she heard that before? She flipped it over, as if to reveal its secrets, but it taught her nothing.

“So… I just…?” Elliot asked.

“Are you not curious?” Ardy said. She tilted her head just a little. “Do you not want to know what’s inside?”

Elliot’s ears dropped on her head. “Like, if I go in, am I going to come out? Is it… is it a door to Hell?”

Ardy laughed. “I promise you will not be hurt.”

“Okay, but how do I know that?”

“Because I’m here,” Ardy said.

Elliot clenched her jaw. She reached out to the sensor next to the door and tapped the card on it. The light on the sensor flashed green, and the door clicked open. Ardy grabbed the handle and pushed it open, just a little, sensing Elliot’s hesitation. Elliot looked to Ardy, and then the door. She reached out and pushed the door open. Ardy ushered her in and the door closed behind them.

Beyond the door was a corridor, sparse and concrete. Utility pipes ran along the side, and lights were arranged in a line along the ceiling. On the wall, green exit signs pointed back towards the door. Ahead, the corridor began to slope downwards.

Ardy watched Elliot expectantly, her hands behind her back.

“We’re in the Exit Corridor,” Elliot said softly.

“We are in the Exit Corridor,” Ardy said, nearly beaming.

Elliot felt her face flushing. She looked down the corridor, taking a few steps forward. She had had dreams about this, about what Mitchell Locke had seen before he disappeared. As in any other dream, it was always so detailed, and when she woke up, always so formless and distant. And now, here she was. She pulled out her phone.

“It’s probably not the best idea to document your trespassing,” Ardy said.

“Yeah, but…” She turned back to the demon. Ardy kept her human disguise, but she was now dressed in proper work clothes. She wore a pair of tough looking pants, work boots, a flannel shirt, over which she wore a safety orange reflective vest, and a hardhat with STP on it. Seattle Tunnel Partners, Elliot thought. Of course.

“Should I have a disguise?” Elliot asked. “When did you change? What the hell?”

Ardy started forward. “You can make people not see you. I will have to make do with this.”

Elliot trotted to keep up with Ardy. She wanted to take everything in, but she knew every minute they were in the tunnel was a minute they were being watched, or discovered, or arrested. Again. Though, idly, Elliot wondered what that experience would be like with Ardy by her side.

As they went deeper into the tunnels, Elliot could hear road noise from the tunnel, just ten feet away, a wall between them and the road. Every so often, they passed an emergency door, but not THE door. They were marked, little signs next to the doors, and Elliot was counting, trying to remember the door number closest to Locke. 33? 32? They were still at 9.

“Are you still with me back there?” Ardy asked. She slowed so that Elliot could catch up, and when they were side by side, she looped her arm through Elliot’s. Elliot smiled a little.

“Sorry, I’m trying to take in everything.” She looked around. “I want to make sure I don’t miss anything, but I don’t know what I’m looking for.”

Ardy nodded. “When this has been picked over with a fine-tooth comb like you all have, what else is there?”

“Yeah,” Elliot said. “That’s the question, isn’t it?”

“But, there must be something.”

“I know there must be.” Elliot watched one of the exit doors as they passed, a lull in traffic bringing silence to the tunnel. It was well after midnight, and traffic was sparse at best. She sniffed the air. Just a hint of exhaust and… something else she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Sandalwood?

Down the tunnel, a metallic clank rang out. Elliot’s ears perked, her tail poofing out. A second later, she went unseen. Ardy squared her shoulders, focusing on the corridor ahead. She started forward again, Elliot following.

Distant voices seemed to be arguing, or at least chastising. Another clang, and more arguing. Elliot strained to hear what they were saying. Ardy pressed forward, like she was on the job. They walked until they could start making out individual voices. There were three or four. They spoke sharply, three voices against one.

As they moved forward, the air in the tunnel changed. It felt thicker, harder to breathe, almost like they could slice it up with a knife. That smell was there too: sandalwood for sure, but also a mix of spices Elliot couldn’t quite put her fingers on.

And out of the corner of her eye, she saw it. She stopped, turning her head a few times, making sure she had seen what she had seen. Ardy stopped too, turning to look back. She tilted her head quizzically.

“Lines,” Elliot said as quietly as she could. “They start back there,” she pointed to a spot ten feet behind them, “and the go all the way down.”

“Lines?” Ardy asked.

“I’ve seen them before. On the body Meryl showed me, on Locke’s car. I think…” She stopped because it felt silly. “I think it’s a deception spell.”

“To keep us from… what?” Ardy looked around.

Elliot pointed down the corridor, down to where the voices were coming from.

Ardy watched Elliot carefully. “Do you want to go back?”

Elliot bit her lip. She looked down the corridor. “Yes,” she said. “But when will we get to do this again?”

Ardy nodded. “As soon as you want to turn back, you tell me.”

They pressed further into the corridor, moving further down into the Earth. The voices had stopped. It sounded like someone was carefully working, but there was no more discussion. They must have settled their argument.

Where the corridor flattened out, a figure emerged. Elliot hesitated. Could they see her? They must have been able to see Ardy. Elliot grabbed Ardy’s arm and pulled her back. She could hear the figure talk, and another figure rushed forward. Was that…?

The figure at the end of the of the corridor waved their hand in the air, drawing a triangle out. It glowed bright, and one by one, the lights in the corridor went out, the darkness rushing at them.

“Shit,” Ardy said. She started back, pulling Elliot with her. Elliot held her hand low, feeling like Meryl had taught her, letting magic pool in her palm.

There was movement after them, rushing up the corridor. Elliot thought about what she wanted to magic in her hand to be, and she threw the ball roughly in the direction she thought was the most down the corridor. It bounced off a wall but toward their pursuer enough, throwing off sparks like an angry bottle rocket. The pursuer deflected the magic like swatting a fly away.

In the flash of light, Elliot caught a glimpse of the figure. Dog, glasses, wearing a coat, with a bandana around his neck. Of course, Elliot though. Of course it was. Who the fuck else would it be?

Suddenly, the Nerd was almost behind them, covering hundreds of feet in a second. Elliot cried out. The Nerd drew another figure in the air.

“You need to get out of here!” He pushed the spell forward, and Elliot and Ardy tumbled forward, thrown another hundred feet away. The Nerd slowed, drawing out another spell. Elliot caught his expression in the glow of his own magic, and she mentally stumbled. He watched them not with anger or malice, but with fear, concern.

“Hang on tight!” Ardy said. Elliot looked back. Ardy’s disguise was gone, and she stared hard at the Nerd, her eyes glowing red. She said something in an ancient, unknowable language, and suddenly Elliot was falling.

The world around her changed so quickly that for a moment, everything was just… red. They were still falling. Elliot slowly focused, and the red gave way to a horizon, a division of a field of dark maroon grain, a rust colored sky. There was a river of lava, and stone bridges that crossed it like it was any other river. She could see people, they must have been people, but they were so far away. They moved across the bridges, going about their day. The bridges carried roads, and the roads wandered to a walled city in the distance, surrounding stone towers and buildings, red and black and silver and white.

Ardy shifted her weight turning to fall head first. Elliot went with her, and suddenly they were slowing, until they plunged through another hole in the fabric of the universe. They rose up, the weight of gravity returning, and Ardy gracefully put her foot down on solid floor. She steadied Elliot on the floor, and the hole sealed itself, the sound of paper being torn back together.

Ardy looked Elliot over. “Are you-”

Elliot let out the scream she had been holding in.

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The bar was on Broadway, a few blocks north of the light rail station. Elliot made her way there alone, her bag slung over her shoulder. She had taken her time getting ready, and when Z went off to get her friend, Elliot began to wander vaguely in the direction of Capitol Hill.

Gimble texted her. Of course she had known. Witches, Elliot was learning, were nothing if not expert gossips. She offered a room immediately. Elliot politely told her she’d consider. Sleeping on Z’s couch was fine, but she missed having a real bed. But also, her mind kept drifting to waking up to find the ghosts standing by her bed, watching her sleep. So that was a no go.

The four of them were waiting when Elliot got there, Ty and Meryl on one side of the table, Z and her date on the other. Elliot knew she was fifth-wheeling it, but cheap bar food was very appealing. There was already a plate of nachos for picking at, and other shareable food on the way. Z hugged her when she got to the table, followed closely by Meryl, who nearly knocked her down.

“I’m glad you came!” Meryl said. She took Elliot’s hand and gave it an affectionate squeeze.

Z introduced her friend, Dan. He was cat, with ears that flopped at the tips. He was short like Z, and slim. Very non-threatening, Elliot noted. And he was pleasant too, interested in her, asking questions. Elliot felt put on the spot, frankly, and she was happy when the conversation turned to Portland. Elliot picked at her nachos and listened.

Elliot glanced down at her phone. It was getting close to 10:30, and she was getting antsy. At a lull in the conversation, she said, “I’m going to step outside for a bit.”

She was a step away from the table when she heard Ty say, “I’ll come with you.”

Crap.

Elliot found a spot under a light, away from the smokers, and slid her hands into her pockets. She had dressed up for the occasion, at least for meeting Ardy. She had put on a button-down shirt, and pulled a loose sweater over it, the pale and dark green one with the horizontal stripes she had come to love. Her jeans were even her nicest pair, which wasn’t much, but they didn’t have holes in them.
Ty joined her under the light, and for a moment neither one spoke, just watched the people and the traffic go by. Finally, Ty said, “How’re you doing?”

Elliot scanned her tone, her ears perking. A quick side eye revealed Ty mimicked her stance, and watched her, relaxed and interested. “Yeah, I’m… I’m okay. Everything is so much, and I would feel so lost without you all helping me.”

“They’re nice, aren’t they?” Ty said. Her ears moved to follow the conversation of a rowdy group that passed them by.

“It’s a lot to get used to. I’m not used to having to second guess people’s motivations.”

Ty nodded. “Yeah, when you’re From Out Of Town, you spend a lot of time trying to figure out what people want from you. I think that’s why we all want to help so much. We’ve played that game too and it sucks.”

Elliot thought about this. How much different would her life have been if she had met these people years ago?

“Have you been flying again?” Ty asked.

“Oh! No, I haven’t. I don’t really know when to practice?”

“Yeah it’s tricky isn’t it? Especially if you get up too high and get picked up on airport radar, and they start scrambling jets to figure out what you are.”

“What?”

Ty just smiled. “We should go sometime.”

Elliot almost gasped. She felt energy surge through her. “Yeah! But, uhm… Where?”

“I know a few places where no one would bother us, or at least they wouldn’t think twice about seeing two people floating around on sticks.”

“Again, this sounds like a date,” Elliot said.

Ty laughed. “Nah, but there’s a pickup line for you if you’re going after a witch, huh?”

Elliot smiled a little. She looked down the sidewalk, spotting the unmistakable confidence of Ardy’s walk. Her ears perked.

“That her?” Ty asked.

“Yeah…”

Ty gave Elliot a little punch on the shoulder. “Have fun.” She went back inside the bar.

Ardy caught sight of Elliot, and she brightened. Elliot did too. She could feel herself blushing, and if it hadn’t been night that would have been super clear. Elliot quietly praised the night.

“Hello!” Ardy said as she neared Elliot. She pulled her into a brief hug, which surprised Elliot.

“Hey,” Elliot said. She hugged herself and looked around, feeling elated and exposed at the same time.

Ardy was dressed nicely, a button-down shirt under an argyle sweater, and a pair of gray pants. She looked good, and Elliot did her best not to stare.

“So what are we doing tonight?” Ardy asked. “Did your friends run off?”

“No, they’re still inside. But we don’t have to go back.” Elliot looked away.

“We are so going inside,” Ardy said. She put her arm around Elliot shoulders and pushed back into the bar. Somehow, Ardy found the table amongst all the others. She pulled up a chair and sat down. Elliot reluctantly followed, sitting down.

“WHOA,” Z said. “You’re… the date?” She checked her words carefully, and she wondered if Dan knew or not.

Ardy smiled. “I am the date.” She held out her hand to Z. “Ardy Book. A pleasure. Are you Z?”

“Yes!” Z shook Ardy’s hand enthusiastically. “I’ve heard a lot about you, I’m so glad you came in.”

“Likewise,” Ardy said. She introduced herself to the rest of the table, while Elliot watched silently. When Ardy turned to talk to Meryl and Ty, Z pointed to the demon and mouthed, “Holy fuck, dude.” She gave Elliot a thumbs up. Elliot silently prayed for the ceiling to collapse right above her head, putting her out of her misery.

Ardy worked her way around the table, keeping up with every topic thrown out, with the exception of sitcom TV, which honestly was fine with Elliot. Meryl must have caught Elliot’s discomfort, because she took Elliot’s hand again and squeezed. And when Elliot looked at her, she gave the raccoon a sweet, reassuring smile. This was okay. Everything was going well.

“But Brunel wanted a seven foot gauge, which is probably what sank him,” Ardy said. Dan nodded along, as if this was a well worn path they traveled down before. “But he was planning for high speeds, not the standard fare British Railroad had been.”

“Okay,” Z said, “But we’re not talking about Supertrain here.”

“I missed why we’re talking about railroad gauges?” Elliot said.

Supertrain, obviously,” Ty said.

Elliot frowned. Not knowing what else to do, she stood. Ardy didn’t miss a beat.

“We should get going,” she said to the table. “It was lovely meeting all of you.”

“Bye, Elliot!” Z said. “Please tell me everything!”

Elliot turned away, getting outside as quick as she could. She waited on the sidewalk, her ears against her head. Ardy came out a moment later.

“I embarrassed you,” she said.

“No.” Elliot said. “I don’t know.”

Ardy placed her hand gently on Elliot’s shoulder, and the touch felt amazing. Elliot sighed.

“I should have said something, I guess. But I feel really exposed right now. My world is changing and I feel like I’m barely holding on sometimes.”

“I apologize,” Ardy said. “I was thoughtless. You clearly wanted to move on and I didn’t listen.”

Elliot nodded. “It’s okay.” She thought a moment. “I think they like you, though.”

“I like them,” Ardy said. “I wanted to meet the people you’ve spoken so highly of. They did not disappointed.”

“Yeah, they’re neat.”

“So, where to?” Ardy asked. She led Elliot away from the bar, her hand still on her shoulder. Elliot didn’t try to stop her.

“There’s a neat coffee place over by Madison. I guess it’s a bit of a walk?”

“I like a good walk,” Ardy said. “Especially a night walk.”

“Yeah, me too.” Elliot thought a moment. “Do you ever get scared?”

Ardy looked over at Elliot. She laughed, low and knowing. Elliot laughed too.

The walked for a moment in silence, just taking in the night.

“So…” Elliot said quietly. “This is a date?”

“I thought so,” Ardy said. “I’d like it to be.”

“I’m glad you would,” Elliot said. “I would like it to be, too.”

They waited at a crosswalk. A trolley bus went by, its poles sparking as wires crossed over each other. Elliot always liked that.

“So, tell me about a cryptid. What’s the monster of the week?”

“What?” Elliot asked. “They’re silly? We don’t have to talk about them.”

“You like talking about them,” Ardy said. “And I like listening to you talk about them.”

“Okay,” Elliot said. “But can I ask you a question first?”

“Always.”

The light changed and they crossed the street, and continued south down Broadway.

“Are there any other people like you here?”

The look on Ardy’s face changed. She considered her answer for far longer than Elliot really had wanted. Elliot felt her skeleton try to leave her body.

“There used to be a lot of us here,” Ardy said.

“Was that New Gehenna?”

Ardy looked over at Elliot, scanning her face, her intentions.

“I saw a map in your shop. It took me a while but Gehenna is-”

“One of the states in what you would call Hell,” Ardy said softly. “You’re paying attention.”

Elliot looked away. “I’m curious. You know so much about me and about this society and I barely know anything about you.”

They walked the rest of the block in silence. Elliot felt her ears drop on her head. Way to set the tone for the date, idiot. They waited in silence at another traffic light. Carefully, Ardy took Elliot’s hand in her own. Elliot nearly jumped out of her skin, but she appreciated the gesture.

“I’m glad you care,” Ardy said. “It means a lot to me.” She stood up a little straighter. “Anyway, I think talking about the old neighborhood is fourth date material.”

“What date are we on now?” Elliot asked.

“By my count, this is number two.”

“What about third date?”

Ardy smiled. “I have plenty of ideas of what we could do,” she said. “But I also think you’d better set the tone on that one.”

Elliot could feel her face starting to burn. “Oh, yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”

Ardy laughed. “I don’t know if I’ve said this yet, but you are very cute.”

Elliot let out a little cry. “Thanks, I don’t know how to handle all of this and I can feel myself starting to freeze up but I really appreciate it and also you’re really pretty, and like even more pretty when you’re not in your disguise.”

Ardy beamed, and they started back down the street, the both of them continued down the street, hand in hand.

“The Fresno Nightwalker,” Ardy said.

“The Fres-” Elliot said, her mind catching up with her. She shook away the haze she was in. “Like, is he real?”

“Are they real?” Ardy said. “I believe there’s at least three of them in one of the videos.”

“Okay, so like there’s people who claim there are Native American legends about the Nightwalkers. But, people like to claim that about anything that’s, like, remotely spooky. I think it’s a guy with some decent puppets trying to get famous.”

“What, no.” Ardy said. “You can’t burst my bubble like that. The Fresno Nightwalker is a good boy who likes to walk around down by the highway, and I will not be convinced otherwise.”

Elliot felt herself smiling. “Were you researching cryptids to ask me about?”

“No, who does that?”

Elliot laughed. They strode across an empty crosswalk, and Elliot froze.

“Oh, come on,” she said.

Ardy followed her gaze to a person across the street.

“It’s him,” Elliot said.

“You problem boy?”

“The Nerd,” Elliot said. “I don’t know how, but everywhere I go, he’s there.”

The Nerd stood outside a comic shop that was just starting to close. A group left the shop, and the Nerd watched as they all left, saying goodbye to a few of them. After they left, he got out his phone and started scrolling through, making his way towards the light rail stop.

“Do you think he knows?” Ardy asked.

“Like, is it on purpose? It has to be. Why else would he be everywhere I am?”

Ardy squeezed Elliot’s hand. “Because you are also a nerd and like the same things?”

Elliot frowned. “I feel like you’re not taking me seriously,” she said softly.

“Right,” Ardy said. “I apologize. Come on, let’s go ask him what his deal is.”

“What?” Elliot asked. “No, you can’t.”

Ardy started towards the Nerd, locking her eyes on him.

Elliot pulled back. “No no no, Gimble doesn’t want us to engage. You could get hurt.”

Ardy stepped back. “Do you think he scares me?”

“No? But he could still hurt you.”

Ardy watched the Nerd disappear into the light rail station, seemingly unaware he had been watched. She looked over at Elliot again and gave her a soft smile. “You’re right. So, you promised me coffee. You should show me your coffee shop, and then, since this is an all nighter, I have something to show you.”

Elliot felt herself blushing again. “Yeah, okay…”

They started down the street again, Ardy naming every cryptid she could think of, and Elliot talked expansively about each one.

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Z poured herself a cup of coffee. Her tail twitched behind her. She drummed her fingers on the counter of her kitchen idly, then retrieved another mug and poured coffee into it. She sipped her coffee, looking out at her living room. Elliot was gone. She had left her blankets folded neatly on the couch, which was a first, and her dirty clothes had found their way into a small laundry basket.

This was a change. Z wondered idly about it as she considered her front door, and set a bottle of creamer down on the counter.

A moment later, Elliot opened the front door and slinked into the apartment. She met Z’s gaze and jumped just a little.

“Look at you, all up and about this early.” Z smiled, and pushed the extra cup of coffee across the counter to Elliot.

Elliot blinked at the cup of coffee, and then carefully took it in her hands. “Ha ha, yeah…” She took a drink and looked at the front door. She blinked, and looked back to Z. “Did you know I was coming?”

“Intuition,” Z said. “I had a feeling you were coming back. As you’re becoming a witch, you’ll learn to listen to your intuition more.”

“I’m really bad at it now,” Elliot said.

“You’ll get better.” Z put her coffee down. “So where’d you run off to?”

Elliot dropped her eyes. “Uhm, so… Yesterday, Gimble showed me all of these slaps? Like, people were putting spells on them. And I wanted to try.” She dug into the pockets of her hoodie and pulled out a stack of postal service labels, and a sturdy-looking permanent marker.

“So, you’re going to make slaps,” Z said.

“Meryl said I needed a purpose.” Elliot looked down at the stack of labels. “I can do this. I can put up slap spells and change a neighborhood, or a block, or even that part of the street.”

Z tilted her head. “Yeah, that’s a good start. If you want, we can make a few and go put them up.”

“You know how to write them?”

“I’ve made a few,” Z said, picking up the marker and popping the cap off. “I like to keep a few anti-legatus up in the neighborhood.”

Elliot’s ears twitched, and she started to open her mouth.

“That’s magic-y bullshit talk for anti-cops,” Z said. She pulled a sticker off the stack and in a quick motion wrote out a collection of lines, thick and dark. She handed it to Elliot. “Put that in sunlight and keep the 12 away.”

Elliot studied the sticker. “I could use like eight more of these.”

Z handed her the marker. “Get writing.”

Elliot held the marker in her hand, staring down at the blank stickers. She knew what she had to write. In a quick motion, she wrote ‘E+’ on the sticker.

“What kind is that one?” Z asked.

“It’s a… anti-legume?”

“No peanuts allowed?”

“No, no, no, the cop thing. I figured it really didn’t matter what I wrote, just as long as I intended it to mean something.”

Z smiled. “You’ve been listening.”

Elliot looked away. “Heh…”

“So, what’s the E+ about?”

“Oh. So, I’ve noticed a lot of the slaps were from the same people. Like, they have signatures and everything. I wanted to have one too.”

“People will love them. When should we go put them up?”

Elliot examined her work. She wrote out another one. “I’m actually kind of embarrassed to put them up? Like, who am I?”

“You’re Elliot,” Z said. She took a drink of her coffee.

“Yeah, so, I really shouldn’t put them up.”

“No, you should put them up because you’re Elliot. You’re a witch. Putting those slaps up will help people. Also, ninety percent of those slaps were put up by mediocre men. The least you could do for yourself is to have that kind of confidence.”

Elliot’s ears twitched. She looked away. Z rounded the counter between them and patted Elliot on the shoulder. “This will all get easi-”

Elliot hugged Z, pulling her close. Z held her arms up in surprise, then carefully hugged Elliot.

“What is happening?” Z asked.

“What?” Elliot stepped back, her eyes flicking back and forth, watching Z closely.

“You just HUGGED me. Like, on purpose. And you haven’t been mean or snarky to me once.”

“I-” Elliot hugged herself. “I feel, like… good? It’s confusing to me too.”

“Things starting to make sense, huh?”

“Yeah,” Elliot said. “Things feel clearer now. I can see the ways that I can help, even if they’re really small.”

Z beamed at Elliot.

Elliot’s ears pressed themselves against her head. “What?”

“I like seeing you like this. You feel like a different person than when we met.”

“Okay, so we need to talk about that.” Elliot grabbed her coffee. “Why are we even friends? Why did you even put the effort in? I’m kind of a piece of shit sometimes.”

Z rolled her eyes. “Oh, I knew you were one of us the minute I saw you.”

“Okay, but HOW?”

“The same way you know The Nerd is a wizard. And that Gimble was a witch when you first saw her.”

Elliot raised her hand. “She flew in on a broom and scared a monster away with a jar of pennies.”

“Magic!” Z said. “You stood out. Magic sees magic. Also, you have this whole spooky tomboy thing going on, and that pushes a lot of buttons for me.”

“Ugh.”

“I also know what it’s like to feel completely alone, and I didn’t want you to feel that.”

Elliot dropped her eyes to the floor and bit her lip in thought. “Well, thanks… for putting up with me.”

“Nonsense. You are worth the effort. Don’t forget that.”

“Heh…” Elliot rubbed the back of her neck. “You keep this up I might just be obliged to that make out sesh you want.”

“Hey,” Z said. “I flirt because I like you, but I never, ever want you to feel pressured into anything. I fully know you’re not interested. I push your buttons because I like you, and sometimes I’m kind of shitty about the way I show affection.” She held Elliot by her shoulders. “I am saying nice things about you because you should hear them. There’s no price tag attached to that, and this conversation is not transactional.”

“Thanks,” Elliot said, giving Z an embarrassed smile. “It’s been a weird adjustment for me, but I appreciate the way you all have been kind to me.”

Z patted Elliot’s shoulder again. “Man, that makes me feel really crappy for what I’m about to say.”

“Uhm?”

“I’m kicking you out.”

“What??” Elliot took a step back.

“Oops, finished that sentence too early. I’m kicking you out for the evening.”

Elliot’s ears twitched. “Okay, but…?”

“I have a date tonight and I fully expect to come back here with him.”

“Ohh,” Elliot said. “Yeah, I see why that might be an issue.”

“I know it’s short notice, and I’m sorry. Gimble has plenty of room and she’d totally be happy to take you in.”

Elliot froze. “With the…” She looked around, like she was being heard beyond the walls of the apartment. “With the ghosts?”

“They’re so nice!” Z said. “You have to give them a chance.”

“No, I’m good.”

“Okay, well…” She drummed her fingers on the counter again. “Ty and Meryl will be there tonight. Maybe you could come along and ask them if you can couch surf for the night?”

Elliot stayed still.

“There’s no ghosts there,” Z said.

“Yeah, but…” Elliot fidgeted. “Like, Ty’s really intimidating?”

“Whaaat? Ty? She’s like my best friend. She’s also super loyal.”

“I feel like she’d punch me in the throat if I looked at Meryl weird.”

“Hmm…” Z said. “Maybe not you, but she would punch a bitch in the throat if they looked at Meryl weird. Yeah, that checks out. We’re starting to run out of options. I guess just chill at Cassie’s?”

Elliot’s eyes widened. She pulled out her phone and started typing. “I just got an idea.”

“Was it Cassie’s?”

“I’m going to see if Ardy wants to hang out.”

Z brightened. “Oh! That’s a good idea! So does that mean things are going well?”

“I think we went on a date a few days ago?” Elliot said sheepishly.

“WHAT. You weren’t even going to tell me?”

“I’m processing a lot right now,” Elliot said. “And it just kind of happened?”

“So are you, like, officially dating?” Z took Elliot by the hand.

“I don’t know? I guess I should ask.”

“You could go get coffee and then go back to her place and snuggle!”

Elliot could feel herself blushing. “I regret saying anything.”

“I’m just excited for you,” Z said.

Elliot nodded. She looked down at her phone, at the text message that just came in. “She said yes. We’re going to meet on Capitol Hill at 10:30 by Vivaci.”

“Oh!” Z said. “You should come to happy hour with all of us then. Meet Dan, he’s really nice. And have Ardy come in and say hi. I want to meet her. And smell her.”

“Okay, she is for sure not going to come in to meet you.” Elliot went over to her bag on the couch and took out a change of clothes. “I’m going to take a shower and figure out my day.”

“I appreciate you being flexible about the apartment,” Z said.

Elliot nodded and started towards the bathroom.

“And who knows? If Ardy doesn’t work out, maybe you could come back here and join us…”

Elliot raised her hand above her head and flipped Z the bird.

Z cackled as Elliot slammed the door behind her.

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“What is magic?”

Elliot’s ears twitched. She looked around the street. “I thought… I thought you knew?”

Gimble kept her focus ahead, moving up the street with confidence. Elliot kept pace, holding her coffee in both hands. It was a gray Sunday, the sun still low in the sky behind the clouds. Still, the streets in Pioneer Square rattled and popped with activity. Gimble cracked a smile.

Ahead, a gaggle of soccer fans pre-gamed outside a bar, blocking the sidewalk. Gimble flicked her wrist, slow and deliberate. The soccer fans, without seeing the two of them approach, stepped away from the sidewalk, carving a path down the middle. “Sometimes, magic is a suggestion.” Gimble said. As she passed through, she turned back to the crowd and shouted, “SE-ATT-LE!” Elliot nearly dropped her coffee.

“SOUND-ERS!” The soccer fans responded. Satisfied, Gimble turned back around, meeting a startled, confused Elliot’s gaze.

“Was that magic too?” Elliot asked, looking over her shoulder.

“No, but it was fun,” Gimble said. “Magic can be used for influence, of course. They don’t know why they got out of our way. They were compelled, and they did not think of it.”

“You intended them to get out of the way,” Elliot said, her ears twitching in thought.

“Yes,” Gimble said. “Exactly. I also intended for them to shout back at me, but no magic was needed for that. Because sometimes magic is simply a matter of knowing how to get what you want.”

“No ectoplasm required,” Elliot said. She thought a moment, taking a drink of her coffee to give her the break in conversation. “How do you do it, though?” She asked. “Shouting is easy, how do you part a sea of people? And don’t-”

“Practice.”

“-Say practi- aw dammit.”

Gimble let out a laugh. “How do you push someone downstairs from behind a closed door?”

Elliot could feel her tail bouncing behind her. Or, how do you know a jimmy bar away from a locked door? Or open a fridge a floor above you? How do you go unseen?

There was something to all of this. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“Have you been looking for magic?”

“I mean, no?” Elliot ears dropped on her head. “I don’t know what to look for.”

“The trick,” Gimble start, “is that magic is everywhere, and that most people don’t realize they’re doing magic. Have you ever seen someone catch a ball one handed? A one in a million miracle catch?”

“That’s magic?”

“They bent the universe to their will, though a small, small part of it. Their brain sees the ball, and thinks, ‘not today, I’m catching that ball.’ And their intention is set.”

“But how does the magic know?”

Gimble looked over at her. “That’s a good question! How do you do your disappearing trick?”

Elliot’s ears perked. “Ah! I don’t really think about it?”

Gimble said nothing to this. Elliot frowned, but that was as good an answer as anything.

They continued on down the street.

“I’d like to see your magic,” Gimble said.

“It’s not that special,” Elliot said, looking away.

“But it is yours. You have honed it for your entire life, that’s not nothing.” Gimble pointed to a bottle left on a bench. “There. You said you can move things. Move that.”

Elliot studied the bottle. This shouldn’t be that hard. She took a deep breath, focused on the bottle, and with a flick of her finger, the bottle on the bench ten feet away from them fell over.

“Not bad,” Gimble said.

Elliot gave her a sidelong glance. Then, flicking her wrist again, she lifted the bottle into the air and deposited it in a recycling bin.

“That is very useful,” Gimble said. “How far can you do that?”

“Not much more than that?” Elliot said. “It’s easier if I can just knock it over. But something like a bottle isn’t too bad.”

“Now…” Gimble said. “Your unseen trick.”

Elliot thought a moment. Chances were, she thought, Gimble could detect her magic. She’d need a way to prove she was going unseen. She looked across the street to the convenience store and motioned with her head to Gimble. She trotted across the street, willed herself unseen, and stepped inside the store. Carefully, she selected a conspicuous pack of cookies off the shelf in front of the check stand, turned and waved to the bored looking cashier, and waited for someone else to come through the automatic doors to step out.

Elliot held the cookies up in front of Gimble.

“Well done,” Gimble said. “You make it look so effortless.”

“Once I got the hang of it…” Elliot said. She looked down at the package of cookies. “…I’m going to go put these back…”

Gimble smiled and waited for Elliot to return.

“Okay, now,” Gimble said. She pointed across the street to a pedestrian. “Set them on fire.”

“WHAT? NO!” Elliot said.

Gimble let out a laugh. “I’m kidding. Your skills are more advanced than I had thought.”

“Oh…” Elliot said. “I don’t know what to say…”

Gimble patted her arm. “You don’t need to say anything. I’m just trying to gauge how comfortable you are with magic. It tells me how we need to train you.”

Elliot nodded like she understood. She didn’t. She didn’t quite get it. Magic didn’t feel like something you could learn completely. But then again, she had always just stumbled into it.

“Have you spotted the spells yet?” Gimble asked.

Elliot’s ears dropped. “I don’t really know what to look for.”

“Luckily, you’re in an excellent place to start.” Gimble nodded to a street sign. “Here, for example.”

“No parking from 7am until 6pm?” Elliot asked.

Gimble steered her around to look at the back of the sign. A dozen stickers had been placed on the sign, from name tags and postal labels, to custom made pieces.

“Slaps?” Elliot asked.

“Not all, but a few,” Gimble said. “Often the easiest to pick out are post office stickers. They’re less permanent.”

“Those usually are destroyed in a few days, why would-” Elliot stopped herself. The wheels in her head were turning.

“Why indeed,” Gimble said.

“Okay, so if you’re telling me that you can put spells on slaps, and you don’t want a spell to last, it’s because…”

“Magic is opportunist,” Gimble said. “Give it an inch and it’ll take a mile. A spell like that that will stay forever will start to work beyond its intended effects.” Gimble leaned forward to look at the slap. “This one appears to be protection from opposing forces. That could be a lot of things here in Pioneer Square: cops, other people, tourists, the baristas. Maybe someone set up in a tent close by only wants to be left alone. But that grows and grows and people start dropping dead for seemingly no reason.”

“Ah,” Elliot said, her eyes wide.

“You put up slaps, they have to go away.” She studied the sign. “We are convinced there’s one on Capitol Hill SOMEWHERE that was meant to attract renters to a property. It must be permanent.”

“Because of the bros?” Elliot asked.

“Because of the bros.”

Gimble continued to lead her down the street, into the park. It was a large brick plaza, surrounded by tall trees and metal tables and chairs. A guitarist was finishing up a set just as another gaggle of soccer fans, dressed in green and blue, began to congregate. Elliot made a mental note to get out of the ID before the game let out.

Elliot looked up, feeling her intuition tug at the back of her brain. Off at the periphery of the park, trying to blend in with the soccer fans, was The Nerd. He tried to look inconspicuous, but the bandana over his mouth really did the opposite. C’mon, guy.

Gimble turned to her, tugging gently on Elliot’s arm. “What is it?” She looked past Elliot into the crowd.

“I just saw someone. Just got a weird vibe is all.”

“You should listen to that vibe,” Gimble said. “Perhaps it is time that we start to head back home.”

“Can we go get more coffee?” Elliot asked. “I’m dying.”

“Actually dying,” Gimble said. She turned both of them and started towards the stadium, and towards the Link station, and that meant toward coffee.

“Literally dying,” Elliot said. “I am dead.”

They fell into a flow of people heading to the game, and Gimble continued to point out spells people had slapped up. Prosperity, safety, to ward off hunger, to win a game. There were magic users all around her filling the world with spells to help each other keep going. Except for that one on the trash can. “I’m pretty sure they just don’t want people peeing on it,” Gimble said.

Elliot caught a flash of a face in her vision, and she canned the crowd. Agent Lebeau skirted the edge of the crowd too. Was it that day? Elliot thought. Was it creep on Elliot day? Elliot sank down, getting behind some taller soccer fans.

“Another one?” Gimble asked.

“Yeah.”

“Let’s not do that,” Gimble said. “We need to get to coffee quicker.”

“Yeah yeah,” Elliot said. They broke away from the crowd, pushing against the flow coming from the International District, up the bridge and over the train tracks, darting across to the ID.

“How does bubble tea sound instead?” Gimble asked. “I know someone that will let us lay low for a while.”

“I can make it work,” Elliot said.

Gimble lead her into the ID, past the florists and Pink Godzilla, past import stores and travel agencies, and so many amazing smelling restaurants, until they ducked into a little place that sold take out dim sum and bubble tea. Gimble greeted the woman behind the counter in Cantonese, and pointed to the back. The woman smiled at her and waved her on. In the back, just off the kitchen, was a little seating area. Gimble took her seat, and the woman from up front brought them a plate of steamed hom bao and a pot of tea. They chatted in Cantonese. Elliot pulled out her notebook and wrote as quickly as she could about slaps, about suggestion, about intention. The tea would keep her up that night, but it was okay. She liked the night.

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Announcement: Witches of Warwick

Hey folks! No chapter this week. I used all of my energy getting this ready to go, and also surviving. Before Elliot started learning how to be a witch in Seattle, she started learning how to be a witch in Warwick. The story has evolved from its beginnings, an extension of Witchsona Week, where people created their own witchsonas. I built a world around my witch, and started building a story too. I imported some characters from my book, The Secrets of the Kraken, and worked on their stories.

After a while, I felt it was best to move my witch out of the spotlight, and make sure all of the characters were original. And thus, Elliot took over. There’s also some stuff in this journey about the witchpunk manifesto, and a desire to see magic hidden in sight in the real world, and that brings us to Elliot in Seattle.

That also left these stories without a home. This collection puts these characters and these stories together. I’m pretty pleased with them. I love the confidence and the joy the witches take in their abilities. I threw some pics in too, because, hey, why not. You can find this collection at Itch, and it’s pay what you want.

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