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- Joined
- Dec 21, 2013
- Location
- UK
Topaz looked around to her friends. Each of them stood in one of the pentacle points they had painted onto her basement floor. The lights were out but the room was well lit by the many candles they had lit. The scent of lavender, jasmine, sandalwood, musk and other herbal scents filled the large room. The combination of the incense and scented candles had began to make Topaz's throat feel dry and burnt. It had not helped the five of them had spent the last hour trying to summon a wish demon.
It had all began earlier in the day. They were celebrating her twenty second birthday with book shopping and then drinking. Some how one of them had accidentally picked up a magic book in one of the older shops. Mix that with high spirits, high volume spirits and five women just wishing they had more luck..the result?
As it turned out to be was five women humming and singing while Topaz who was meant to be the contact between the demon and then announced the words that was supposed to bring it to the centre of the circle. By this time the affects of the alcohol were changing from stupid excitement to the desire to find some where comfortable to curl up.
Topaz quickly got her friends into a taxi before she went back down stairs and blew out all the candles. Even her in her drunken state she was quite aware of the risks of leaving them burning. She decided to leave the pentacle and markings on the floor until the following day. With a soft sigh she turned and began to make her way up stairs. "I wish the spell had worked..would of at least been interesting..."
What had not told her friends was she had been interested in magics since she was a child and often practiced such. Hence her large collection of candles, books and smudge sticks. Tonight was just another night where it had all simply gone splat.
It had all began earlier in the day. They were celebrating her twenty second birthday with book shopping and then drinking. Some how one of them had accidentally picked up a magic book in one of the older shops. Mix that with high spirits, high volume spirits and five women just wishing they had more luck..the result?
As it turned out to be was five women humming and singing while Topaz who was meant to be the contact between the demon and then announced the words that was supposed to bring it to the centre of the circle. By this time the affects of the alcohol were changing from stupid excitement to the desire to find some where comfortable to curl up.
Topaz quickly got her friends into a taxi before she went back down stairs and blew out all the candles. Even her in her drunken state she was quite aware of the risks of leaving them burning. She decided to leave the pentacle and markings on the floor until the following day. With a soft sigh she turned and began to make her way up stairs. "I wish the spell had worked..would of at least been interesting..."
What had not told her friends was she had been interested in magics since she was a child and often practiced such. Hence her large collection of candles, books and smudge sticks. Tonight was just another night where it had all simply gone splat.