Page 26 of His Blazing Witch

This is a bit... sexy and fancy. The white sequin top doesn't hide much skin except for my breasts, and the leather pants are rather tight. With my burns, I wouldn't even have been able to wear such a thing a couple of weeks ago, but now, my scars are fine underneath. They don’t itch as much, except at night. I've decided I don't care about my scars. They are there, and they are healing just fine. They are red to dark brown, covering a lot of surface on my visible skin, but really, I don't care.

"You look sexy as hell, boo. One crazy sexy witch right there."

I turn to Kelsi with a frown. She is still in her gray bunny sweater, playing with her braids and staying reasonably far enough from my cat, nowhere near ready for an outing.

"Why aren't you getting all dressed up too? We are leaving soon."

Kelsi frowns and readjusts her thick glasses.

"I don't like dressing up. I’ll just put on a T-shirt and stay in my shorts."

I've never seen Kelsi out of her geeky or cute clothes, actually. It's as if she is hiding under her super cringey and oversized clothes. She often has her hood on too, and her glasses cover half of her face. I can tell she is pretty without that, though. She is rather tall and thin too, despite her habit of snacking all day. However, she flat out refused to dress up for this; though, she helped me put my makeup on and happily chose my clothes and a few bracelets for me to wear. She doesn’t seem like someone who hates dressing up unless it's just herself?

I turn around to check myself once more, and I suddenly hear athump, and sigh.

"Kelsi, stop freaking doing that, please!" I say, exasperated.

She bites her lip and turns around to grab whatever she made fall.

"I'm just testing..."

"Stop with the testing."

She's been doing that all day and it's getting super annoying... Ever since I brought up hearing that cup crash before it happened, Kelsi has been dropping random things and pretending to let stuff fall, waiting for my reaction. We are already down two glasses and one bowl, and it's driving me crazy and making me jump all day because of it.

"I promise if it happens again, I'll tell you. But please, stop breaking stuff to see if I have some foresight or whatever."

"Sorry..."

Next to her, the cat suddenly jumps down onto the carpet and stretches, scratching it mercilessly. Kelsi stares at him with a confused expression.

"That cat is still the weirdest part..." she mutters.

"At least you don't have an allergy, it's confirmed by now."

"Well, maybe because I make sure to stay away. Or it's a hypoallergenic one, I don't know. More importantly, he hasn't eaten a thing or gone to the loo since he’s been here! All he does is follow you like your shadow, meow, and sleep! It's like he doesn't have any needs!"

I'm a bit confused about the cat too. How he got here is still a big mystery. The truth is, Bonnie's theory about the cat is growing on me. Could he really be a witch's pet? What does he do, then? Other than ruining my carpet and finding pictures in herbology books... I've been getting more questions than answers, and the cat isn't even one of the biggest questions right now.

The kitty strolls over to rub himself against my leg.

"...I think I'm going to call him Spark," I decide.

"Whatever you want," says Kelsi with a shrug. "I guess he's your cat, anyway... I wish he'd find new clues, though. Aside from sleeping on the carpet, that cat does nothing with his day!"

I chuckle and crouch down to pet him. Well, that much is true, witch cat or not, Spark is a cat. I guess I can't blame him for living his cat life instead of helping out. Especially since we are both locked here anyway... I wonder if my room could have any more clues we missed.

Kelsi and I searched again today, but we found nothing, and I couldn't really focus. I was mostly waiting for tonight. I really hope we will finally get answers at the club. I don't even care much anymore about going out, I just need someone who will finally tell me who I am, and what happened to me. Someone who knows something about witches. I sigh.

"You okay, boo?"

"It's just... I had high hopes about finding more in my room, you know. All we got was..."

"...A book and a cat. Every witch's starter kit!"

Well, that book got the wrong witch. No matter how much I tried to study it, all those plants and notes wouldn't make sense. I guess I'm really not an Earth Witch... I chuckle. If it wasn't for Kelsi being with me, I'd probably be much more upset about my situation.

She helps me adjust my hair a little and leaves the room to go change into the T-shirt she talked about earlier. To my surprise, it's not one of her T-shirts with a movie picture on it. This one is indeed a bit more appropriate for a club, a velvet turtleneck one. It still looks like she is trying to hide herself, though.

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