“I finally have everything I need to get this to work!” Melinda Grovers said excitedly as she sat on her bed in front of a small altar.
Yes, you guessed right! She was a witch! She has been one since she was a sophomore in high school. However, she was neither into black or white magic, but both-determined to be what was called grey magic: the practice of both, neither good nor bad.
What her altar contained was a medium size tray under a somewhat small cauldron. A pink fabric cut into a heart dotted with an essential, passion oil, red rose petals surrounded the cauldron while two of them were in it, a picture she secretly took of her major crush, Ray Stantz-his name written on the back-was sitting upright in the pot, and four crystals were
Yes, you guessed right! She was a witch! She has been one since she was a sophomore in high school. However, she was neither into black or white magic, but both-determined to be what was called grey magic: the practice of both, neither good nor bad.
What her altar contained was a medium size tray under a somewhat small cauldron. A pink fabric cut into a heart dotted with an essential, passion oil, red rose petals surrounded the cauldron while two of them were in it, a picture she secretly took of her major crush, Ray Stantz-his name written on the back-was sitting upright in the pot, and four crystals were