Little Bite Luna

My eyes trailed over the group of eager teenagers, all anxious to try the new spells they learned on the dummies.

As the head of the largest Coven in the country, my job was to make sure these young witches and wizards knew every spell in the book and when to use them.

“When you come across an enemy unexpectedly, you should not use Mortemous alegerda!” I said loudly, pacing in front of the young group.

There was a chorus of groans and a few confused faces, causing me to chuckle at their disappointment.

I stopped pacing and raised my eyebrows, “Does anyone want to guess why?”

A hand shot up, and my eyes flew to the short brunette boy, who had a broad smile on his face, “Since the enemy caught us off guard, we won’t have enough concentration to perform the death spell correctly in the short time frame before they attack.”

“Exactly, very good, Theodore,” I smiled, causing his beam to brighten.

“Does anyone know the story of the wizard named Ernest who turned himself into a frog?”

There were a few nods and a few heads shaking.

I began to walk down the line again, “Ernest was a classmate of mine who did not pay attention to this warning. When he was attacked by an animal in the woods, he tried to perform the death spell but got distracted by his pet frog, Ro, who hopped out of his bag. The spell ended up backfiring on him when he yelled Rortemous instead of Mortemous. No one has seen him since, but legend has it he lives on with Ro the frog.”

There was some laughter, and someone yelled, “We’re not that stupid!”

I smiled half-heartedly, “Ernest thought the same. He stood in the same places you did, laughing at how ridiculous the warning supposedly was. Look where he is now. He’s making tadpoles with his pet.”

The laughter died down immediately, and I laughed inwardly at the serious looks on their faces.

The younger teenagers thought they knew everything and ruled the world. It was time they learned how to be brought down a few notches.

“We stress this rule for a reason. You should not use the stronger spells until you are completely focused and immersed in the fight. It is easier for older wizards because they have performed such spells numerous times. So until you have reached their level of experience, start off simple and work your way up. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am!”

I walked to the sidelines and waved my wand at the wooden dummies. A few of them spun in place before their arms raised with their wooden weapons.

“We will first practice some simple spells like disarming and freezing. However, if you choose to do the freezing spell, please don’t freeze each other. The hospital wasn’t pleased with how many of you got frostbite last time,” I said amusedly, eyeing the two sheepish witches who had been the unfortunate ice cubes last time.

“Begin!”

I backed away to give them some room only to run into Meredith, who was panting heavily.

“Mer? What are you doing here?” I frowned, patting her back as she started coughing. When she was done with her coughing fit, she straightened and shook her red locks away from her face, “I need to talk to you. Like now-now.”

I turned to Anton, my assistant, “Do you think you could supervise for a while?”

He nodded, “Of course, Ms. Jaslynn.”

Before I could thank him, Meredith grabbed my hand and dragged me into the Coven building. She was practically running down the hallway, and I pulled my hand out of her grasp so I could keep up the pace by her side.

When we were finally in my office, I locked the door and leaned against it with an eyebrow raised, “You know, I’m always ready to hang out, but what is it that couldn’t wait till after my training session?”

She rolled her eyes and plopped on the loveseat next to my desk, “You got a call from the Minister.”

My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach.