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// A Certain Magical Sunset - Act 2 - 14 - Interlude 7 - Gilda and the Coven 
// Story: A Certain Magical Sunset 
// by Babroniedad 
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Interlude 7 - Gilda and the Coven



Gilda walked by Pinchy in the yard and gave her a nod.  Pinchy followed her to the corner of the yard.  When Gilda turned to her, she smiled.   “Welcome to the Coven, Gilda.  What do you need?”

“How do I practice the spells?  I need to get good at this, and I can’t destroy my cell while practicing the battle spells.  How does this work?” she asked.

“No, definitely don’t practice battle spells in the cell or the warden will come down hard on all of us.  The coven will come down on you and I as well.  Not a good thing, I assure you.  The coven can help you with that.  

“But first, you need to get proficient with non-battle spells.  Work through the book from the beginning.  When you get to the section that requires battle spells, they will help you practice them.  Don’t try to skip ahead.  There’s a reason the book has all those spells in it.  If you can’t do as you're told, you prove to them that you can’t be worked with, so think of this as a test.  Don’t frack it up.  Do it right, just like they expect, and you’ll get everything you need. Eventually,” explained Pinchy.

“I don’t want eventually, I want to fry that bitch now!” growled Gilda.

“And?  Is that supposed to impress anyone?  Take my advice or don’t Griffin.  But If you don’t, do not come crying to me when they cut you off and you can’t touch your precious goddess,” answered Pinchy.

“Precious!?  That bitch?!  I should kill you right here for even saying that!” raged Gilda.

“And if you do, you’re done.  Get it?  Am I getting through to you, Gilda?  Time to tame that rage you wear around like a badge of honor.  As a fellow member of our coven, I tell you in all sincerity, no one gives a damn.  Let it go, or use it, but letting it rule your every moment is just going to screw over everything you’re planning.  So my advice to you is to keep it to yourself.  Pack it down and let it burn, then use that anger and hate to fuel your drive and magic.  Because what you're doing now, you're not driving anything but your own destruction.”  Pinchy turned away, then looked back over her shoulder.  “Anything else?”

“No.  I hear you.  Okay, I’ll do it your way,” replied Gilda.

“Not my way, Griffin.  The coven’s way.  Do as they say, or get cast out.  It’s that simple.  If you do have any other questions, you know where to find me.”  

Pinchy put her hands in her pockets and shambled back over to her crew.  A few moments later, Gilda did the same.