I am a witch. I know, I know, it sounds silly, but it is true. I am a real witch with spells and everything.
It started when my friend found an old spell book and convinced me to try one of the spells for fun and trust me, no one was more surprised than me when the spell worked.
We sat across from each other with a candle between us and chanted the spell from the book and suddenly the candle caught fire. At first I didn't believe it. I thought my friend was playing some kind of trick on me, but after lighting the candle multiple times and managing to light other candles as well, I started to believe that it might actually be working.
Since then we have worked a number of other spells and rituals. None of them really anything useful in daily life. While the ability to light a candle on fire without a lighter is a cool party trick, it isn't really useful for anything more than that. But overall it isn't about the usefulness of the spells or about power, it is about doing something secret and a little bit frightening with my friend. It is a shared hobby to help break up the monotony of daily life.
Not all the spells we try work and some of the rituals are downright silly. We once spent an entire night sky-clad, which apparently means naked, chanting in the forest hoping to get good luck on a test and, based on our test results, we would have been better off spending the time studying.
But even though not all the spells work and most of them are not very useful, the thrill when trying out a new spell and having it work is amazing. That is what we are doing today, trying out a new spell.
When my friend first told me about the spell it sounded kinda dark. It is a mind control spell. When I heard that I immediately thought of a few ways it might come in handy. Nothing too bad, just things such as using it on my professors to get easy As or using it on the girl that used to make fun of me at school and make her humiliate herself.
When I heard the details of the spell however, it was a lot less dark than you might think when you hear "mind control". The spell only works for a 15 minute period and once it finishes the person being controlled will remember everything, and, most importantly of all, it can only be cast on a willing person. That of course makes it a lot less useful, but also a lot less morally ambiguous. The text also warns that the spell will break if the subject of the spell is asked to do something that they are strongly opposed to, such as for instance harming themselves.
We decided to try it out anyways, just to see if it works and also because, even though its use is limited, there is still something exciting about the idea of controlling someone else. At least I think so.
So that is what we are going to do today.
I walk up to Amilia's door. Amilia is the name of my friend by the way and yes, she spells it like that, rather than the more conventional way with an e. My name is Drusilla. Yes, really. My mother, in a moment of total overshare, once told me it was because there was an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer running in the background when I was conceived. Anyways I usually just go by Dru, though I had a phase growing up, where I wanted to be called Zilla, like Godzilla, but that was a long time ago.
I knock on the door and hear running feet.
The door opens and Amilia excitedly reaches out and pulls me inside.
"Hi," she exclaims while pulling me into a quick hug, kissing both of my cheeks before releasing me. The cheek kissing is something we picked up from an old book on witchcraft. The book didn't really contain any useful spells, but was more concerned with the sisterhood of witchcraft and different rituals to bring you closer together. I think most of it is kinda silly, but Amilia is very into it, so I go along with it.
She excitedly pulls me into her living room, where she has already cleared a space for us to cast the spell.
The spell itself is relatively easy. It just requires us to sit across from each other inside a circle with some symbols and say the spell. Amilia has put down a mat and drawn the symbols on it, so we are ready to begin. We use the mat to avoid having to draw the symbols directly on the floor.
We have already decided by coin toss who will be letting the other control them. I lost, so Amilia will try to use the spell to control me first and then, if it works, I will get to try it on her another day.
As the one being controlled, my part of the spell is easy. I just have to sit there with Amilia holding my hands and accept the magic when it comes to me. I am not entirely sure what accepting the magic means, but the way the book describes it, it should be pretty straight forward.
I sit down cross legged and hold out my hands to Amilia, who sits across form me. She takes my hands and starts saying the words of the spell.
While we have a translation of what the spell says, our previous experiments have taught us that most spells, for some reason, work better when spoken in their original language, so the words that Amilia is speaking doesn't make any sense to me.
I wasn't really expecting the spell to work, so I am surprised when I feel what I can only describe as a kind of tugging at my mind. It feels strange and my first instinct is to fight it, but I quickly realize that this is what the text was talking about when it said to accept the magic, so I try to relax and let whatever it is trying to do happen.
After I accept it, the tugging sensation quickly disappears.
"Did it work?" Amilia asks in an eager voice.
Without even thinking about it, I automatically respond, "yes." Apparently part of the spell means that I will answer questions without having to think too much about it. Kinda creepy, but I don't really have any secrets from Amilia, so it doesn't worry me too much.
"Are you sure?" Amilia asks and again I respond in the positive without having to give it any thought.
"Cool," Amilia says. "Touch your nose."
I raise my hand and touch my nose with one of my fingers. We haven't really discussed what we would make the other one do, to test whether the spell is working or not, but I guess doing something like touching your nose is pretty standard.
"Hmmm, that doesn't really prove anything," Amilia says, looking thoughtful. "Alright, lets try this. Slap me."
I don't really want to slap her, but on the other hand it seems like something I should do, so I lift my hand again and gently slap it against her cheek.
"Harder," Amilia says, her eyes opened wide with excitement.
I comply, slapping her again. This time hard enough that my hand stings a little bit afterwards. I still don't really know why, but it makes sense to do it.
"Wow, it really is working," Amilia says, before getting up off the floor.
"Come with me," she says and starts walking out the room.
I am a bit curious about where we are going and why, but I, of course, get up and follow her.
She takes me to her bedroom and sits down on the edge of her bed.
"Take off your clothes."
A small voice in the back of my mind wonders why she is asking me to do this, but overall it seems like a good idea, so I grasp the edge of my shirt and pull it over my head. Next I open the buttons on my jeans and slide them down and off, leaving me in my bra, panties and socks.
