With You In Spirit (The Bassinville Witches Series) Read Online Free
Author: Miranda Stork
sadness.
Shawna smiled, but the smile held the same feeling of sadness. “I know that! Don’t worry about it. I’ve got a candle for you and your mother; I wasn’t going to leave you out.”
Picking up the first of the candles, Shawna touched her fingers to a bowl of water to the left of them. Murmuring praise to the god and goddess, she then touched the candle. Shawna repeated this process for the other two candles, and then set them in their holders, in one long line. She then laid out her rocks in front of them, a collection of jewel-coloured crystals, and smooth pebble with rich lines running through them. She murmured a few more words, and then lifted a lighter to the candles, lighting each one with a click.
Shawna then picked up her favourite stone, an opal-coloured one with vivid purple lines running through its structure, and held it tightly in her fist, rubbing it gently. Closing her eyes, she began to chant.
“…god and goddess, I call to you, and ask you for protection for myself and my two friends, Mya and Catherine…”
A soft white light began to shine from the stone, resonating with a high-pitched hum that sounded like a silvery bell. Shawna continued to chant quietly, as the glow spread from her hand, across her whole body. The glow began to hum louder, and the glow surrounded her in a giant orb.
After a few minutes, the glow began to recede, and suddenly sucked itself back into the stone , the flames of the candles blowing out with an unseen wind . Shawna opened her eyes and shook herself, as if rousing herself from a long sleep. Catherine knew it had worked; aside from the glowing orb, she suddenly had a pleasant, warm feeling inside herself. She smiled at Shawna.
“Thanks. I think I needed that today.”
Shawna sighed, and stretche d her legs out, being careful not to knock the candles over, and grabbed the dustpan that was by the sofa. She started to sweep the salt up, being careful to go in a clockwise direction. “Don’t worry about it. Now you make sure you go and tell Joe about that note, right?”
********
Catherine stood at the classroom door, letting the laughter of the children wash over her, taking away her worries. She decided not to go and tell Joe about the note until later that night, before she had been to see Mr Rouquette.
Opening the door, she entered the classroom, filled with light and brightly-coloured pictures. The children were sat in a semi-circle around the teacher, Mrs Watts. Catherine liked Mrs Watts , she was everything a typical children’s teacher should be. She was in her late fifties, and always had a ready smile on her face, her crinkled brown eyes full of joyfulness. As Catherine entered the room, several of the children turned around and waved enthusiastically, smiling. Catherine waved back with just her hand, putting her finger to her mouth to indicate silence while Mrs Watts was talking.
Silently placing her bag and coat on a nearby peg, Catherine sat down some way behind the group, listening to the lessons that the children were meant to earn today. It involved a lot of the normal subjects; English, Maths, Science…but also two lessons that Catherine dreaded. Spells and Rituals. When she helped teach the children on these subjects, she always felt as though it should be the other way around.
Mrs Watts finally stopped talking, and the children broke apart, running over to their desks, excitedly chattering to one another about various things. The kindly teacher pulled the chalk board down, and gave it a wipe over . As Catherine stood up, getting ready to help, there was a soft click as the classroom door opened, and someone entered.
Turning around, Catherine smiled happily. It was her friend; and another teaching assistant here at Bassinville Elementary, Jackson Perret. It was no secret that Jackson had a huge crush on Catherine; he had made it quite clear in the first few weeks of meeting her, when he had asked her out every day for a week.
Shawna smiled, but the smile held the same feeling of sadness. “I know that! Don’t worry about it. I’ve got a candle for you and your mother; I wasn’t going to leave you out.”
Picking up the first of the candles, Shawna touched her fingers to a bowl of water to the left of them. Murmuring praise to the god and goddess, she then touched the candle. Shawna repeated this process for the other two candles, and then set them in their holders, in one long line. She then laid out her rocks in front of them, a collection of jewel-coloured crystals, and smooth pebble with rich lines running through them. She murmured a few more words, and then lifted a lighter to the candles, lighting each one with a click.
Shawna then picked up her favourite stone, an opal-coloured one with vivid purple lines running through its structure, and held it tightly in her fist, rubbing it gently. Closing her eyes, she began to chant.
“…god and goddess, I call to you, and ask you for protection for myself and my two friends, Mya and Catherine…”
A soft white light began to shine from the stone, resonating with a high-pitched hum that sounded like a silvery bell. Shawna continued to chant quietly, as the glow spread from her hand, across her whole body. The glow began to hum louder, and the glow surrounded her in a giant orb.
After a few minutes, the glow began to recede, and suddenly sucked itself back into the stone , the flames of the candles blowing out with an unseen wind . Shawna opened her eyes and shook herself, as if rousing herself from a long sleep. Catherine knew it had worked; aside from the glowing orb, she suddenly had a pleasant, warm feeling inside herself. She smiled at Shawna.
“Thanks. I think I needed that today.”
Shawna sighed, and stretche d her legs out, being careful not to knock the candles over, and grabbed the dustpan that was by the sofa. She started to sweep the salt up, being careful to go in a clockwise direction. “Don’t worry about it. Now you make sure you go and tell Joe about that note, right?”
********
Catherine stood at the classroom door, letting the laughter of the children wash over her, taking away her worries. She decided not to go and tell Joe about the note until later that night, before she had been to see Mr Rouquette.
Opening the door, she entered the classroom, filled with light and brightly-coloured pictures. The children were sat in a semi-circle around the teacher, Mrs Watts. Catherine liked Mrs Watts , she was everything a typical children’s teacher should be. She was in her late fifties, and always had a ready smile on her face, her crinkled brown eyes full of joyfulness. As Catherine entered the room, several of the children turned around and waved enthusiastically, smiling. Catherine waved back with just her hand, putting her finger to her mouth to indicate silence while Mrs Watts was talking.
Silently placing her bag and coat on a nearby peg, Catherine sat down some way behind the group, listening to the lessons that the children were meant to earn today. It involved a lot of the normal subjects; English, Maths, Science…but also two lessons that Catherine dreaded. Spells and Rituals. When she helped teach the children on these subjects, she always felt as though it should be the other way around.
Mrs Watts finally stopped talking, and the children broke apart, running over to their desks, excitedly chattering to one another about various things. The kindly teacher pulled the chalk board down, and gave it a wipe over . As Catherine stood up, getting ready to help, there was a soft click as the classroom door opened, and someone entered.
Turning around, Catherine smiled happily. It was her friend; and another teaching assistant here at Bassinville Elementary, Jackson Perret. It was no secret that Jackson had a huge crush on Catherine; he had made it quite clear in the first few weeks of meeting her, when he had asked her out every day for a week.
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