"Concentrate, Davina," I instructed the young girl, "You need to be able to master this incantation for when the time comes."

Davina sat on the ground inside of a magic circle made of goat's blood with candles surrounding her, a single black spellbook open in front of her to the incantation she was trying to use, a snakes egg in front of her left foot, and the horn of a goat in front of her right foot. Davina had several white markings on her bare body, her hair was pulled into a scarf style that resembled a honey comb, her legs were crossed, and her hands sat on top of her knees while her index and thumb formed an 'O'. Davina's lips moved rapidly as she recited the incantation out loud.

As for me, I was monitoring her progress to see how much she has improved and to keep things under control if they went south. If something did go wrong, then my first instinct would be to save Davina no matter what may happen to me. That was the duty I held as her teacher and as someone who cared for her like a mother.

Out of all of my students, Davina is the most promising one yet. She was very attentive when I was instructing her, she worked hard, she studied every single night, she asked questions a lot when she did not understand something, she always listened to my critiques on how she could improve, and corrected what needed to be corrected. I'm sure that in fifty years once Sarah steps down that she will be the next leader of the coven, and that is if Violet or Mary's children aren't interested in the position. Davina already showed great characteristics of a leader and proved to me daily that she could lead this coven to greatness. 

"Davina, make sure to keep your breathing stable and not to lose your form. One unsteady breath and an unstable form will cause some unforeseen and dangerous consequences that will get us both killed," I instructed. Davina said nothing in response, but I knew that she was taking heed to my words.

After a moment or two, Davina's eyes snapped open and her naturally brown eyes were a glowing, piercing white that dug deep into the soul of those around her. Davina picked up the centuries old, ruby dagger that sat at her feet and picked up the snake that had cooled itself around her arms. She murmured the incantation as she raised her hands into the the air.

The scaly creature coiled around her lifted its head as if it was expecting what was to come. A sharp, clear slicing sound the air and the snake's decapitated head dropped to the floor. It's blood splattered on her face, arms, and clothing as well as the magical circle drawn on the floor. The circle and Davina's body glowed as she sat there whispering the incantation.

Blood began to rise from the floor and crystallize into something as big as a diamond. The object formed slowly, but quickly before dropping to the ground completely. The glowing faded and Davina slowly but surely opened her eyes. She picked up the object with a curious glance before grinning.

"I did it!" She cheered excitedly. A small smile formed onto my features at the pride she felt from successfully doing an Incantation such as that one. She continued to cheer and boast before completely passing out onto the floor. I let out a soft chuckle and used my magic to change her appearance into a fresh and clean one before sending her to her room. I used my magic once more to clean the room and place everything back together. As for the dead snake, I brought it back to life.

"Oh, Lucifer. You are such a good boy," I grinned, "I do this every single time and yet you still don't hold any grudges whatsoever."

The sleek, black creature blinked at me before rubbing its scaly face against my cheek. I smiled adoringly at him and kissed the top of his head before placing him into his glass case. I bid him goodnight before heading upstairs to the main part of the house. Sirius sat at the door waiting for me obediently and patiently. I petted his head and let him out so he could do his business before bed.

Once I let Sirius back in, I began my nightly routine of showering, doing my facial routine, and watching a little television, Sirius climbed into bed beside me and soon we both drifted off to sleep.

The next day, I woke up to an empty bed and the smell of breakfast cooking. This let me know that Davina was cooking in the kitchen and that Sirius has been taken out to do his business. Because Davina and I were going out to a more secluded and secure where the organization was not going to bother us, or even come across by any coincidental or accidental chance. This place was much better than my basement, which was too small for the spells I was going to test Davina's ability to use on the area around her.

Once I finished showering, I got ready for the day, and headed downstairs for breakfast. The food looked and smelled delicious as usual, which was a very pleasant thing. Out of all of my students, Davina was the only one who could actually cook a meal that would not land somebody in the ER or in a grave. 

"Good morning, Miss Adair," Davina greeted as she turned down the music.

"Good morning, Davina. The food looks good as always," I greeted back. She grinned broadly and set a plate down in front of me.

"Thank you. I decided to try something new other than your basic pancakes, waffles, and French toast," She responded.

"Ah so you decided that crepes would be better?" I asked.

"Not just any crepes, strawberry crepes," She answered.

"You are a treasure, Davina," I smiled.

"Thank you," She smiled back. She continued to cook while I dug into my food and read the newspaper at the same time. A scratching at the door let me know that Sirius needed to be let in. I pointed my finger at the door and it opened slowly to let him in and closed behind him.

"It seems as if we have yet another disappearance on our hands," I informed Davina. She turned off the music to listen to me fully.

"Who was it this time?" She inquired.

"Well it was a human this time and they were probably taken based on a false report. I'm sure the report was just part of some petty high school drama," I mumbled.

"What makes you think it was high school?" Davina asked. I took a sip of my coffee before responding.

"For one thing, the young lady is beautiful within her own right, the article has informed us that she's at least seventeen, and her "friends" have given statements on when they last saw her. One of them tipped off the organization out of jealousy," I explained, "And I can already tell who it is."

"Falsely tipping off the organization over some petty drama is very evil in my opinion. You're just using them as hired murders," She replied.

"Hm. I can't argue with that," I smirked, "No matter how much the organization tries to make themselves this distinguished institute, they'll still be slaves to their fellow humans who will use them to their heart's content," I explained. It's no secret within our community that the organization has had cases where they were sent out on a job involving someone who was a witch. It was obvious when scenarios like those happened because half the time the ones they would visit were innocent humans who were accused out of jealousy or pure hatred. It was like the Salem Witch Trials all over again. Someone would accuse another person of hatred because they didn't like them and the organization would grab their pitchforks and torches to burn the supposed "witch".

The organization was still so gullible within the aspect of allowing other humans to just tell them any and everything without so much as having any hard facts to back up their claims. The Salem Witch Trials were just like that and they were stupid because you had innocent people being accused every single day without any facts to back it up while the true witches kept their identity a secret. The Salem Witch Trials was just an event filled with idiots who did not know how to handle their jealousy or hatred for others in a more sane way and led to many good and innocent people being murdered for no reason over some petty feelings.

"Well I'm sure that they're cracking down on cases like this as hard as they can with an iron fist to try and keep their reputation as a ruthless and merciless institute," Davina said.

"They have to make sure their reputation is completely spotless or else they'll end up looking like fools who are just ordered around by humans," I replied. Davina hummed in agreement and went back to cooking.

As I continued to read my newspaper, a specific headline caught my attention and it caused my eyebrow to raise a little. It seems that another community within this realm is wrecking havoc as well.

BODY OF LOCAL HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL STAR FOUND IN WOODS

"I swear those damn wolves are just looking for trouble. Damn idiots," I muttered shaking my head. Werewolves, like witches, were very real and very dangerous. These creatures were very dangerous when the full moon comes out and could not control themselves, or their urge to kill. They were just a bunch of dangerous idiots who did not know when to stop half the time. The head of the Blood Brothers had a brother who was the head of his own organization of werewolf hunters. 

"Hey. Don't forget that my boyfriend is one," Davina giggled. Oh yes. The famous boyfriend of Davina, Eros. It's still a mystery to me as into why his parents named him that, but it's not my business either way. Back to the topic at hand, Eros was a werewolf himself and he was very caring towards Davina. Her mother and I warned her, but we finally gave up after a while and decided to just let her decide for herself on whether she wants to stay with the boy or not, but we're still going to keep an eye on her.

"I apologize for my words, but werewolves have and always will be dangerous and unpredictable creatures. Take it from me," I explained, "One little thing can set them off and land you in the woods with an unrecognizable body and face. Too many friends of mine have died by their hands after just one small argument."

"Hm. Well Eros and I do argue at times, but it's never serious to the point of where I push him too far," She informed me, "Plus we talk out our issues instead of letting them fester."

"Communication is key," I remarked.

"Speaking of relationships, how come you won't get into one?" Davina inquired.

"After not having much luck with love and witnessing abusive relationships during my time, I have sworn off of them completely because they're not worth it to me," I explained, "It may sound like I'm still bitter and hurt from those experiences, and I'll admit that I am, but a relationship is not something I am looking for at all."

"Ohh okay. Your reasons sound valid enough to me, but at the same time you can let those past relationships effect how you feel about them in general," Davina told me.

"You're right, but I'm still not interested in them," I murmured. She chuckled.

"I can't change your mind on that. A relationship isn't for everyone and most people are happy with just being alone," Davina smiled.

"At some point I wasn't completely turned off at the idea of a relationship," I explained, "During that time, I was ready to get married to this very handsome and sweet man I had met in Italy. He was an intelligent and rich man who would bring me the stars if I asked him to. Oh how I miss him so."

"I wish you could have seen how he would trip over his words when he spoke to me. It was so amusing and yet so cute in a way. He was the type of man that I could see myself growing old with despite how long our lifespan is. He was someone that I could see myself having children with and he was someone I could see myself living in the countryside like your typical hallmark card family," I giggled. Davina laughed as well.

"Every single day he would visit me with my favorite flower, a sunflower. He bring them to me every single day with a smile on his beautiful face and a new adventure that he was ready to take me on," I explained with a dreamy look, "Men like him were one in a million and it made me blissful to know that this man, this beautiful man, was right by my side."

"What decade was this?" Davina inquired.

"We met at a little gathering for friends in France of 1931. He was a very charming and funny man that I would have loved to introduce you to if he were here today," I responded.

"Did he die?" Davina frowned with a saddened look on her face. Solemnly, I nodded in response to her question.

"He died of old age in 1981 at the age of 86. We had separated long before that because I did not want to watch him pass away before I did. Without him, it would have been a very lonely existence so I ended it. My heart was broken for many years because of that, but I felt as if I did him a favor. He assured me that it was alright if he did not have any with him, but I felt like less of a woman. So I ended it for his sake and for my guilty conscience of not giving him what he wanted," I explained.

"I'm sorry," She mumbled.

"You're fine. It's me who's sorry. I'm a sorry excuse of a woman who regrets her decision of letting a man like that go, but at least he found someone else that made him happier," I added with a faint smile. Davina looked at me worriedly.

"Did you ever visit him when he was dying?" She asked.

A sad smile formed onto my lips, "I did."

"Was he happy to see you?" Davina questioned.

"He was very happy. He was overjoyed to be exact. He began to tell me about his children for hours upon end about how beautiful they were, how they would have loved me, and how he wished they could see how wonderful of a woman I was," I chuckled. The memory of that brought a sad, yet warm feeling to my body. It was such a great memory of mine that I would remember for the rest of my life.

"Did he...did he know...?"

"He knee and he understood how dangerous it was for me during those times. He swore to keep my heritage a secret."

"Did you ever meet them, his children I mean?" She asked.

"Of course I did. They were such wonderful kids and they seemed to have such good heads on their shoulders. From the way they all hugged me, it seemed like they had known me all their lives," I replied, "And it felt like I had known them as well."

"That's sweet," Davina commented.

"Thank you," I smiled, "I could tell that he raised them all to be gentle, caring souls like himself."

"How long did you stay by his side?"

"Until he took his very last breath."

Davina's sad expression had formed on her features once again. Tears began to form in her eyes as soon as she heard that.

"Don't get so sad for me, Davina. It brought us peace to be by each other's side once again and it gave me a sense of closure too," I assured, "Our time together had always been fleeting."

"I-I-I-I kn-know, b-but it's....it's s-so sad!" She wailed. Sirius and I exchanged a look before he walked over to comfort the crying, young girl.