Free Accidental Leigh by Melanie James Page B

probably a bad idea considering the fact that she still smelled like a brewery. The room probably started to spin on her again.
    “Pffft. You forget, I know all of your secrets. Besides, I’m happy you have a date. Maybe I’ll get Luke’s number and give him a call. I’m pretty sure, I saw Derek writing his number on Lindsey’s thigh with a sharpie. Anyway, now that I’m here, what exactly are we doing today?”
    “Witchcraft! More precisely, a magic spell that will hopefully give me better control over using my newfound witchy powers. I found out some pretty interesting things about my desk and I need to find a way to tame it.”
    “Like?” Kelly prompted.
    “It has a message written in Latin under the drawer. Cave quid dicis, quando, et cui , and translated it means, beware of what you say, when, and to whom . I also contacted the old bitch who gave it to me. I had to practically twist her into a knot to tell me anything about it. She told me the desk was very old and came from Massachusetts!”
    “Woohoo! Massachusetts! Lucky you!” Kelly was dripping with sarcasm. “My cousin married a guy who came from Massachusetts, and let me tell you, there is nothing magical about that son of a bitch.”
    “No! My desk is very old and it belonged to a witch!”
    “He IS old and I’ve heard that his ex IS a real witch.” Kelly said in a lifeless tone. “All right, just kidding, Leigh. That’s actually a pretty cool story. So, you think that you’ve gained this long forgotten witch’s power?”
    “Exactly . I know I did.”
    “Let me guess. You sicced Florian the troll boy on me. Didn’t you?”
    “Yes, but only to have him call you back. It ended there.”
    “Well, then you are a witch all right! That’s just one word and not the word that I would choose to use, but hey, my game isn’t quite up to par today.”
    “Anyway, I want to try some other magic. Not the magic that requires the desk. I want to see if some of that power rubbed off on me in other ways. Enough of it to at least perhaps try some good old fashioned magic spell stuff. I found this spell on the internet…”
    “Stop right there. Internet? You found it on th e internet? You do realize that some fourteen year old probably made that up. Ugh! This is going to be bad.  Anything that follows the statement, I found this spell on the internet is not going to have a good ending!”
    I opened the web page and pointed out the medieval manuscript . It was after all the supposed reference of my wisdom spell. I defiantly pointed it out to Kelly.
    “See , Kel, this is something that is at least based on a real book of magic. I’m not saying that it will work, but I think it could be fun to give it a try.”
    “Wow, you are seriously embracing this whole witch thing . Aren’t you?”
    I suppose Kelly was right about that. Why shouldn’t I? The first thing we had to find was goose blood.
    “Of course I am. Now, where do you think we will find goose blood?”
    “Simple , Leigh. Haha! I crack myself up!”
    When I looked at her like a lost deer in the headlights, she finally took a moment to elaborate… yay for me, more people messing with my name!
    “SimpLeigh - Simply, get it? Find a butcher shop that sells goose or geese to cook.”
    “ Oh my God, you’re such a dork! Gee, that sounds good, if you live in the time of Charles Dickens you might have a shot. Honestly, when is the last time you saw goose meat in the grocery store? Maybe if we could score an invite to the Jeffrey Dahmer house for Hanukkah, they could hook us up. Other than that, you aren’t likely to find any place in Chicago where they are hacking apart a live goose in the back room.”
    “That’s it , Leigh! You just figured out where to get one!”
    “What? Serial killer school?”
    “No. You said Hanukkah. So what about calling a kosher butcher? Don’t they have to butcher geese a certain way? Maybe a small kosher butcher shop will sell or give you some goose