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“I really like you, you know,” Luca’s voice inside her head seemed to say.
“Nice trick,” she commented. “But to answer your question, my reasons for choosing Pitchfork Prep are deeply personal, and something I don’t want to discuss at the moment. But I will tell you this, one of my relatives is a Professor here!”
Luca moved even closer to her, curiosity evident in his expression.
“What? Nepotism much? Which of our esteemed Professors is it I wonder?” he continued. Wait, on second thought, don’t tell me! We’ll make a game out of it! How does that sound?”
Moni’s eyes narrowed as she tried to discern if Luca was joking again or being serious.
“Okay, I’llbite,” she told him after a momentary pause. “And if you guess right, what do you want as a reward?” She could only hear Luca’s voice in her head, and in spite of the fruity beer she’d imbibed, his response echoed clearly in her mind.
“I want to make love to you, beautiful Moni,” Luca said.
Just before the band started up, as they were obviously trying out their guitar riffs and getting ready to perform for the gathering a pealing sound drifted from a distance toward them.
Moni automatically checked her Musephone for the time, then looked up to see the faces of Shady and the ever tall andbrooding Broody, who had his silver hair skinned back in a man bun and secured with two lacquered oriental hair accessories that stuck out from either side at fourty-five degree angles. If anything they made him appear impossibly taller.
“Thatwas the sounding of the ghost bell from Carline Tower,” Shady informed her, reaching for the last of Luca’s beer and swilling it until it was gone before handing it back to him. Moni noted that Luca didn’t seem the least bit perturbed.
Shady wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her dark blue velvet tunic and continued, “It sounds only at the hour of the ghost that haunts that particular tower’s death, and no one has been up there in the half century since then. Her name was Halicora Halifax, and her great, great Grandfather was actually the founder of Pitchfork Prep. She was beautiful and in love with one of the locals here that used to help his father deliver firewood to the school.
They were star-crossed lovers, but even after she was forbidden to see the young man—I always forget his name?—”
“Pasha,” Broody interjected helpfully.
“Yeah, thanks,” Shady said, looking slightly annoyed at the interruption. “Anyway,” she continued, “They were supposed to run away together, but Pasha failed to show up that night, and she used her gazing ball to locate him, thinking he had been hurt or something. It turns out that he was two-timing her with another witch on campus. So she turned him into a raven and threw herself off the ball tower after ringing the bell thirteen times.”
The last peal of the distant bell had finished sounding and to Moni’s ears it sounded more hollow and deeply mournful than all the previous soundings of the huge cast iron bell.
“So why has no one ever been up there again?” Moni asked, curious after being told the story.
“Because for some reason,” Shady told her, “Anyone that does ends up falling from the tower as well. It happened with a group of witches who went up there in the eighties, as a dare on Halloween. All three, two boys and a girl, were found bloody and broken in the courtyard the next morning, with no apparent explanation for their falls. Then on the eve of the Millenium, 1999, it happened again. A couple decided to investigate Carline Tower. By that time, the door up to the tower was heavily padlocked but apparently the guy was an expert in Dimittis Magic Spells and got the locks to fall away so that they could ascend the narrow, winding staircase to the tower. A witness was present in the courtyard at that time, a female Professor who had ventured outdoors searching for her missing cat, and she reported that she heard shouts and screams and then saw two bodies literally flung from the tower as though by some enormous power. She heard their skulls shatter as they hit the pavement, one right after the other.”
“A Ghost with issues,” Moni commented. “Never a good thing! Thanks for the story though, I’m glad I asked! The more I learn about Pitchfork Prep, the more I’m convinced I made the right choice.”
All of them could hear the band launching into a cover for the rock anthemHell With You.
Both Luca and Shady grabbed her hands on either side, and soon they were all dancing to the heavy metal music emanating from the band.
Moni was unsurprised that two hours later the bonfire was still burning as high and bright as when she’d first arrived, and that there were a fair number of students who had shed all their clothing and were dancing around it.
It was a macabre and most beautiful scene. The naked bodies of the young witches were dappled by velvety black shadows and the orangey glow of the flickering flames. Behind them, the moon, which wasn’t quite full but nearing fullness, was hanging low in the night sky, circled by a halo of bright stars that shone with a vitality and ferocity that Moni hadn’t seen before.
At the summit of the bonfire spark ascended, red and orange and golden. It was a beautiful scene.
The band had taken a break before going into their last set, and the group had lost Shady, who was in a rapt conversation with the bass player, a conversation that was punctuated periodically with long languorous kisses.
Moni had, by that time, lost track of how many gourmet beers she had consumed. Dancing was thirsty work, and it had been so enjoyable dancing in a group with her new roommates and Luca that time had flown by.
Now she was sitting on a log between Luca and Broody, wishing that someone would kiss her like Shady was being kissed by the bass player with the jet black hair to his waist.
As if he had read her mind, Moni felt the gentle touch of Luca’s thumb and forefinger on her chin, as he tilted her mouth up to his.
That first kiss felt like a drink of Moonshine. She felt the heat of their tongues dancing course down the center of her body and straight to her pussy. At the same time, she felt a hand gently but firmly cup her pussy in the heat of their palm, gently massaging it as she continued to kiss Luca and breathed out an involuntary moan.
“Oh, Sweetheart, you are so drunk,” Broody’s amused and very kind sounding voice whispered in her ear,
