Sanguinem averte a tor le navaro

Aiire's Mansion

Melanie's POV: Morning, Mum... can I borrow your crystal ball? Please, Melanie bit her lip.

What do you need it for? Ophelia eyed her daughter suspiciously.

I need to find... something I lost. Which is? Uhmm, Mum, it's my favorite g-string... the one with pink lace and skull embroidery, Melanie answered.

Urghhh, foolish child, Ophelia hissed at her.

Take a puff, Mum, please. Okay, I need to find Aster, Melanie sighed.

What do you mean, find Aster? You lost your spirit animal? Ophelia raged.

It was an accident, Mum, Melanie rolled her eyes. Can I please have your crystal ball?

Not with that dirty attitude, girl; now I'm very busy with it, Annie. Close the door behind you.

Melanie's POV

*Urghhh, old age menopause problems.

Who's at the door, Luabella asked absent-mindedly? Azratt ment... azratt mentrrion zun... ze...

Lua, can I come in?

Hey, Annie, Luabella sighed.

Lua, what's that fancy wordplay I heard? Melanie said as she choked on her laugh.

Shut up, bitch. I was practicing a retrieval spell. Why're you in my room anyway?

Well, I came to borrow your crystal ball, Melanie said. I lost my favorite g-string... the one from Nexus.

What the fuck, Annie! You're not allowed to make jokes with my mate, Luabella flared up, and her eyes glowed a poisonous purple.

Chill, chill, sheesh. Can I have it, please, Cinderella? Melanie pouted.

It's on my shelf, asshole. You know the spell, right, Annie?

Uhmm, I can't remember, Melanie lied.

Or you don't know it. Sanguinem... Averte a tor le navaro.... Sanguinem. Now leave my room.

Melanie's POV

*I hate spells; urghh, let's get it over with. Melanie places the crystal ball and tries for hours to chant the spell with little success due to her nonchalant attitude towards witchcraft. She finally falls asleep, hoping the spell works.