Taking Out The TrashGet rid of the Halloween stuff. Get rid of the Halloween stuff. Get rid of... the... Halloween.....
"Okay," Nora muttered, rubbing her tembles, "I threw them in the trash, dumped them in the ocean, poured gasoline on them and set them on FIRE! And every time they come back, I'm told a fuck ton of Halloween puns!!" she took a deep breath to calm herself down, "If Daniel and Raven sending that stuff to another dimension doesn't get rid of it for good, I don't know what wi-"
As she was walking she tripped over something and looked back to see the bag she put all the Halloween objects she found.
"................ BOLLOCKS!!!" she yelled out of pure frustration, "I CALL BOLLOCKS!!! WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT?!?!?!"
The next day, she was at the back of her stage, staring intently at the bag in front of her. The more she looked at it, the more she could feel her eye twitch.
This. Was. BULLSHIT!!!!!!!!
What was life right now...? This halloween stuff was going nowhere and Alice was on her way
Everything Stays Nora was sitting on her stage, running her hand over the cover page of Alistair's spell book. She had already read at the page he last told her to. It was a reverse spell to the on Victoria cast on her along with the ingredients needed, in which one came from Egypt. They were able to find it though and Jo created the potion. But it wasn't enough for more than one person. She could've taken the potion and been back to the way she was before.
... But, she didn't use it.
Instead, she gave it to Daniel's younger brother. So, here she was. Still basically powerless, but that didn't matter. She just wanted Alistair back. Not having him around for these months had been toturous to the witch. She noticed how the things he did that annoyed her, she missed about him. She missed his happy personality, his creativity, basically everything about the little boy. He was the sunshine that lit up her suddenly dark world. All this time, and she never got to tell him that-
"Nora!" she snapped out of her
Good Morning What...? Where am I...? It's dark... This feeling... It's familiar, somehow... I've felt this before... Am I dead...? No... Before, I wasn't... Right...? I have to try moving........ Why am I so heavy...?
Who's that...? What's... what's going on...?
"I think he might be waking up."
It's so bright... Wait... It's still dark on one side...
What's this on my eye...? It's rough...
"Calm down. He just woke up, just imagine how confused he must be right now."
Who...? Wait... I think I know you...
"Hello, young man. We know you might be confused for a moment, but we promise everything will be alright?"
"Do you think you can tell us your name?'
My... name...? I...
Everything suddenly came rushing back. Everything that had happened in his life, everything he's done, everything that lead to where he is now. His uncovered eye filled with tears.
"... Alistair..." he barely whispered out, "Alistair.