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“Doyouwant to do this?”
“I’m not the witch.”
“Exactly! Now, shush!”
It was Irene’s turn to roll her eyes, but she kept silent.
Hazel sighed. “Okay, okay. I’ll change it a little.” She tapped her finger on her chin. “Let’s see.” Thinking a minute, Hazel glanced at the empty bottle sitting on the counter. “I’ve got it!”
Hazel closed her eyes once more and took a deep breath. Opening her eyes, she started the incantation again. “Sparkling fruit fresh from the vine --”
“It’s not fresh fruit in that glass. In fact, it’s probably not even got real fruit juice in it at all.”
“Oh for ever more!” Hazel threw up her hands in exasperation.
“Well, it’s the truth!”
“If you don’t shush, I’m going to dunk you in Mrs. Johnson’s punch.”
“Hey, I’m just trying to help.”
“Then hush it!”
Before Irene could say anything else, Hazel blurted out, “Sparkling fruit fresh from the vine, turn this water into wine,” all in one breath.
Hazel and Irene stared intently at the glass.
Nothing happened.
“Taste it, Hazel.”
“I’m afraid to. You taste it.”
“I’m not going to taste it. This isyourspell.”
Hazel looked at Irene. “Well, you could have fooled me.” Hazel gingerly picked up the glass and took a small sip. She made a face. “The sugar didn’t help.”
“Did it work? Did you turn water into wine?”
Hazel sighed. “No.”
Irene’s shoulders sagged. “I wonder what you’ve donethistime.”
“I don’t want to know. Are you ready to leave? I’d really like to get out of here without having to drink that punch. It smells almost as bad as the perfume around here.” Hazel dumped the contents of the glass down the sink and rinsed it out.
“Yeah. I’m sure there’s still something I can do to help you prepare for your midnight spell.”
“You know, it just occurred to me that you’ve helped me with just about every spell I’ve ever attempted. Maybe the problem isn’t me. Maybe it’s you, Irene.”
Irene snorted. “Maybe I’m just too damn sexy for your spell.”
Hazel groaned as they left the kitchen. “And maybe you’re just as big a klutz as I am.”
“Yeah. Maybe.”
Both women laughed and walked arm in arm through the crowd of people. As they passed by the punch bowl, Hazel swore something smelled funny, but she tried not to inhale too much. Last time she’d breathed too deeply in this room, it had made her head spin.
When they walked out the door, neither woman noticed Drake, eyes glowing, watching them intently and curiously as he took a sip from his cup of punch.
