Page 52 of Revenge is a Witch

Ingredients:Moonstone, ground rosemary, a drop of human blood (because what's a little blood magic without a creepy ingredient?), and something personal from the target (preferably something they wear frequently—because turning people human for a few minutes is easier when you’ve got a strong connection).

Incantation:"Human hearts, human form, for this moment, be reborn. Mortal flesh, mortal guise, till the truth is realized."

Effect:The target is turned into a full human for 10-15 minutes. No powers, no heightened senses, no supernatural strength. Just plain, ordinary, break-a-bone-if-you-fall humans.

A wicked grin spreads across my face as I imagine casting this on Derek mid-transformation. Oh, the look on his face.

I lean my head back against the wall, tapping my pen against the notebook as I watch the boys still bantering back and forth. “Hey,” I interrupt, my grin only growing. “Would either of you want to know what it’s like to be... well, you know, a regular ol’ human? Just for a little while?”

Sebastian raises an eyebrow, intrigued, while Derek just snorts. “Why? Planning on stripping me of my wolfy powers?”

“Maybe,” I say, smirking. “Or maybe I just think it’d be fun to watch you two fumble around as regular mortals.”

Sebastian chuckles, his dark eyes gleaming with curiosity. “Sounds like you’ve got something wicked brewing in that grimoire of yours.”

“Oh, I do,” I say, holding up my notebook. “You boys are just lucky I’m not testing it on you. Yet.”

Derek rolls his eyes but grins. “Better make sure it doesn’t backfire and turn you into a something too, Z. That’d be a real buzzkill.”

“Please,” I wave a hand dismissively. “I’m the one writing the spells here. I know what I’m doing... most of the time.”

Their laughter fills the room, but my mind’s already drifting back to the spell. I’ve got some work to do to perfect it, but I’vegot a feeling this one’s going to come in handy sooner rather than later.

As we continue chatting, the conversation spirals into more banter, as usual. "So," I say, trying to keep a straight face, "What do you guys think is the most human thing you could screw up if I cast my little ‘turn you into a regular mortal’ hex on you?"

Derek grins, leaning back on the bed. "Probably opening a pickle jar. No super strength? I’d be useless."

"Please," Sebastian scoffs. "I’d be useless with emotions. Humans get all weird about feelings—who’s got time for that?”

I can’t help but laugh. "Yeah, because you’re not already weird about feelings, Seb.”

Sebastian grins at me, dark eyes glinting with mischief. "I only let you see my weird side, witch."

Derek rolls his eyes. "Can we not? It’s too early in the afternoon for the brooding vampire routine."

“I’ll brood when I want, wolf boy,” Sebastian shoots back, the smirk never leaving his face.

“Uh-huh,” Derek grumbles, clearly not impressed. “You brood any more, and you’ll give yourself wrinkles."

Before I can join in, I hear a faint buzz. My bag, still on the floor from when I came in, vibrates again. I frown as I realize it's Kyla’s copied phone—the one I’ve been snooping on.

Derek, always the gentleman, leans down and grabs my bag, tossing it to me. “Your fan club is buzzing again.”

I roll my eyes but grab the phone, unlocking it to see a fresh message on the screen. The first one’s from Kyla—demanding to know if Sam has finalized their group’s assessment topic yet. The response from Sam makes me pause.

I'm working on it. Stop stressing!

I scroll up, and the conversation is longer than I expected. It looks like Sam, Kyla, and Bethany have been working together on the final assessment… fortwo weeks.

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