"No, just the spell, don't worry."
"Don't worry? You burned down buildings just two days ago! Why should we trust you?!"
I glare at her.
"If I planned to hurt you, I wouldn't need my boyfriend to hold your stupid friend who can't make one smart decision for herself!"
The girl glares back, but she has nothing to say. I better make this quick, the other one keeps wriggling and protesting, and I don't want to cause a scene here. I very carefully approach with my fire, and it turns a somber blue as soon as it reaches her belly.
"It stings! Stop it!"
"It will do a lot more than sting if I leave it there," I retort, focusing on this.
The spell doesn't like me trying to rip it off that girl's body. I insist and it slowly disappears, but not without a fight. Damn it... it comes off because a witch didn't personally put it there, but it's still strong enough to resist me. Holy shit, I didn't think that kind of crap could happen...
After a few more seconds of struggling, the spell is finally off of her body and the girl starts crying out of the blue.
"You okay?" asks her friend.
"No... I think I'm going to puke..."
She gives us a sorry nod, and pulls her friend toward whichever street she's going to throw up in. Ugh... I roll my eyes and turn to Liam, shaking the fire off my hand.
"...It's not good, is it?" he sighs, grabbing our bag of food he had left on the ground.
"Nope... but there isn't much I can do now," I sigh. "I don't know what the heck that spell was, where she got it from, or what it was for..."
"She mentioned the university blog. Let's get out of here before someone gets nosey, find a place to eat, and you can check my phone."
I nod to that, and we get back on the bike, riding away from there. Luckily, I don't think anyone noticed what I did back there. It's still late enough that there aren't many people outside. Liam rides only a few streets away, and we settle for a spot by the river that splits Silver City. He secures his bike, and we sit on the grass. He's so hungry, he jumps on the food first, but I want to check online before I get my hands all greasy...
It takes me a few minutes, and I'm starving, but I finally find it. I want to roll my eyes.
"Found it?"
"Yeah... Moon Goddess, this is just plain stupid. Someone posted this symbol online, saying it's an efficient way to protect one against a witch's magic... Well, my magic, I guess. It was posted a few days ago. There are a bunch of stupid answers, people joking, and then the idiots who did get it posted pictures online."
"Damn, people are reallythatstupid."
"...I think it boomed because of what happened yester-... I mean, two days ago. Damn, there are pictures of me too."
"Wait, what?"
I give him back his phone. It's nothing big, but I don't like it. People took pictures and videos from afar of me setting fire to the buildings... no, the Dark Witch doing this. It wasn't even me! I grab my cheeseburger, too hungry to care anymore. This isn't even on the top of my shit pile...
"What the heck," growls Liam. "Who posted that shit?"
"Students in need of something interesting in their life," I grumble, my mouth half-full.
"Mara, it's not okay! I'm pretty sure that's illegal."
"Liam, I'll settle my privacy issue later," I sigh. "I'm sure Amy and her army of lawyers can do something about this. For now, I want to know who put that spell online and how. The original creator of the post used an anonymous account, but they also posted some of the videos. That wasn't innocent at all."
"You think they are working with one of the witches? Or the curse?"
"Probably," I sigh.
Liam growls a bit, but I just eat some fries mindlessly. Why does this feel like the calm before the storm? We really can't catch a break... I hope Kelsi can help me on this one, she's much better at technology than I am, and probably more familiar with the university blog too. After a little while, I take Liam's phone away so he can focus on his food, as he keeps grumbling about the pictures of me. His sandwich is soon gone, though, and I realize another one wouldn't have been too much for him. Note to self: never underestimate a werewolf’s appetite. Even I’m left unsatisfied after that cheeseburger, somehow...
