Everyone except for Paige glanced at me, and after I shrugged self-consciously, they went back to what they were doing. However, I smiledand wrote a ...uick note in my notebook, a reminder to talk to Witchling.Now I remembered what had been tugging on the back of my mind. WhenWitchling had tested my magical abilities, and had given me a fewlessons, she'd been using some strange artifacts. Now that I thoughtabout it, I suspected that those might have been essence batteries ofsome type. That. My glimpse caught lady Griswaldshuffling her hands in front of her. Seemingly seeing her move like shewas conducting a symphony. Fright got the best of me, and I could do noother than let out a scream. She then stopped, only to shake a finger,reprimanding me. What was she doing, I thought.She made a slicing motion with her hand. I had enough consciousness toinquire to her about what was going on. But this was not my voice.Instead, I spoke like a middle-aged woman...like her! All the pieces. Being a single guy living on my own, I kinda had to. You never know when I might bring home a girl. I don’t want to bring her back to a messy house. That’s just not right… Anyways, after her inspection – or so I assume – we finally made it back to the living room where she quickly spotted the couch. After thinking that things were going in my favor, I gladly sat down next to her. Really close to her actually. Not that I cared or anything, but she didn’t seem annoyed or bothered by it, so that’s. When he opened his eyes he looked at me with admiration and lust, he slowly started buttoning his shirt as I adjusted my clothing as well. I was debating asking him back to my house but I felt like it might be perfect to leave things like this. ‘Thank you, Paige,’ he said, starting the car and glancing over at me. ‘You are very welcome,’ I replied with a schoolgirl giggle, his hand came to rest on my leg as he backed out of the parking place, his fingers snaking up my leg, feeling amazing and.