Sally mutters a spell, and a shield appears around us, stopping us from getting wet.
“Nice, Sally,” Elliot nods at her.
She grins back.
“I bet this was Sly’s idea,” I grumble.
“So how about we redirect the lightning to them,” Elliot says, grinning broadly. Oh yeah, he’s loving this play time.
“I like your thinking,” I say. “On the count of three. One... two ... three.” And with that, we throw our magic out to the lightning and redirect it to Sly and the others.
“Quick, now run,” Temp says, as we crouch low and run through the temple. Collecting the other witches in the process.
Ernest and Nix stop the rain from hitting their teams and move so it’s concentrated on the others. As they are battling everything, we surround them from all sides. With a click of Titus’s fingers, we are all now dry, standing there laughing at Sly, Sal, Cal and Justice, who are getting soaked and being hit with lightning and boulders.
Ernest clicks his fingers, and everything stops, as silence descends. “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how we win against the dark and grey witches.”
We all cheer and high-five each other, as the defeated team looks on, wet and soggy.
“That’s one after how many?” Sal asks, squeezing water out of his hair.
“Doesn’t matter, you are well and truly defeated. This will be the first of many,” Titus says, grinning.
Justice clicks his fingers, and they are all now dry.
Sly clicks his fingers, and the temple vanishes, and the bunker now looks like it did earlier.
“So much fun,” Sally says.
“I told you we’d win at some point, Sally,” Temp replies.
“And I should have trusted you. Thanks for that everyone, it was fun. See you next week.”
After that, everyone starts leaving, until it is just the family and Elliot left.
“How did you get so wet?” I ask Justice. “I thought you were uber protected.”
Justice huffs, “I asked my protection to keep with the spirit of the training. I’ll not make that mistake again.”
“It’s a shame Cass and Sion weren’t here,” Temp says. “They would have enjoyed this.”
“How is Sion?” I ask.
“He won’t tell us, and Justice can’t say anything,” Ernest huffs out.
“Sorry,” Justice says an apologetic look on his face.
It must be hard for Justice, knowing what is wrong with Sion and not being able to tell anyone.
“If he doesn’t say something soon, I’ll do something drastic,” Ernest adds.
“But what if that makes things worse? You know what Molly is always saying about the brain,” Cam says. He had been sat at the back with the other non-participants of tonight’s playtime.
“I’m going to try to get a message to Constance and see if she can help.”
“Is that wise, sweetheart?” Adhan asks him.
“We need to do something,” Ernest says softly. “Especially if it’s serious.”
