Change its venue

"Jacinta?" A lady dressed in a hooded black cloak calls out. Her face which hid within the hood was delicate and bewitching, she had small Silver cat eyes with a nicely proportioned nose and cute lips.

Tara Dena sat sprucely with legs crossed and hands resting on each side on the arms of the throne-like chair she sat upon.

She sat facing a number of people all in black hooded cloaks. The dark witches!

"Pray tell me, what exactly did Halley do this time?" Her velvety voice had a pique to it.

One of the hooded figures stepped forward, with a curt bow she begins to explain,

"She literally melted us from our insides making us inept to our own movements, the magick surging through our veins scorched us, she......" She grits her teeth "the nerve of that bitch!" She, Jacinta was clearly pissed.

Since Endora had been put in a prison world, Tara took over leading the black witches though, all plans had been written out and all this was meant to be low-key and easy but for some annoying reason Halley had refused to leave their tails, trying to have control over them.

Who the f**k does she think is, she made her choice to step down from that authority and even leave the legion and now.....

"We have to do something about her before she gets a whiff about our plans." Jacinta was concerned about the success of their plans.

It had to be successful, she wanted to see her mother. The plan was set and in just a few hours or days, she'll finally.....

Tara scoffs with a loop-sided smile, "I bet she has, she isn't dumb but....." Her smile broadens, "she won't see it coming!"

Tara lifts her chin up high, "For now, we ignore her and focus on the task. A little birdie said there'd be a little party tomorrow and we were definitely not invited, why not change its venue and make it ours. What do you think witches?" Her eyes twinkled with a glint of evil as her lips pull up.