The Witchery by S. Isabelle

Author:S. Isabelle
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.

In the living room of Beaumont Manor, the young heirs exchanged a secret code of eye rolls and smirks while their parents tried their hardest to discredit each other.

Mathew’s parents were tense, the two of them surrounded by beauty and wealth but neither feeling like they had anything particularly valuable in their lives. Mathew was already annoyed that he’d spent hours rummaging in the basement for witchy things and come up empty. His parents’ squabbling only amplified the headache in his skull.

He was bored. Just a few days ago, he watched a boy pull himself out of his own casket. And now that undead boy was at Helios Dorm, probably riffling through his protein bars, or summoning the devil, or whatever magical zombie boys did in their spare time. Mathew hadn’t known what to think when the witches brought him over, but now he considered himself unimpressed. The witches seemed to agree, judging from their annoyed expressions, and he felt that whatever Iris imagined she’d have to do to end the Haunting, Bloom was not what she’d envisioned.

Rebecca cleared her throat and shot him a questioning look. He only sighed, unable to hide his lack of interest.

“Your father thinks it’d be best for you to go with him to Orlando after the divorce is finalized,” Frances Beaumont said, looming over Rebecca. The way she said father made Mathew roll his eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he muttered.

“Neither am I,” Rebecca added.

“Why? It’s not like either of you are witches.” Ainsley Beaumont poured more bourbon into his coffee.

“Not yet, at least,” whispered Rebecca.

The adults grimaced.

Mathew grinned.

“You’re almost eighteen,” Mother and Father said simultaneously, their witch aversion the one thing they agreed on.

“I hear witches are getting their blessings later and later these days,” Mathew said.

Rebecca stretched out her arms, wriggling her fingers. “Oooh, you know, lately I’ve been feeling a bit weird, like I told you, Matty.”

“I bet we’ll be witchy by next week!”

“You know the first thing I’m gonna do?” Rebecca turned slowly toward her parents. “I’m cooking up a love potion like you’ve never seen.” Her tone went faux jolly, like a disgruntled teen forced to play elf at the mall in December. “We’ll be a family again!”

“Enough,” Frances growled. “My family has lived in Haelsford forever. We’ve raised you here so that you would learn to stand tall in the face of witchery, not to cower at it, and certainly not to dabble in it.”

Ainsley scoffed. “Never mind that you might get mauled by a goddamn Wolf.” Dear old dad was starting to stink of liquor.

“We’ve only got another year left of school,” Mathew retorted.

“Exactly,” his father replied. “Just a year left. Would it hurt to move somewhere new before Yale?”

Yale.

Mathew finally stood up to leave.

Rebecca tapped three times on the mahogany coffee table. Don’t leave me. Hammersmitt was a boarding school; Devereaux was not. Mathew had an escape, a home away from this big, lonely house. Mathew had insisted on a dorm for this reason.

“Is it time to leave for the luncheon, Matty?” she said in the terse way of a threat.

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